Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1597

Chapter 1597: Ore

"While I understand your grievance," Oberon began carefully, "the supreme ruler has the final say here. I suggest yo—"

"We’re getting so close to finally destroying the spirit king!" It’s important that we don’t stop now!"

He didn’t spare Oberon another glance, fixing his eyes squarely on Atticus instead.

"Pfft."

"Is something funny?"

The man glared at Whisker, who had suddenly started laughing.

He couldn’t fathom what could possibly be amusing about any of this. Rescuing their brethren from the spirit king’s grasp was as serious as it could be.

"Hah..."

But Whisker let out a breath, shaking his head as he regarded the man with amused eyes.

"You’re a funny guy."

"What?"

"He just explained to you that the territory will be sealed during the competition. The territories aren’t going anywhere, and neither is the spirit king. I just find it funny that you keep insisting, even after your god has already made himself clear. It’s almost as if—"

"How dare you! My people are being controlled as slaves by the spirit king. Every second they spend under him is torture! Do you think all of this is some kind of joke?

"No..."

Whisker chuckled, shaking his head.

"Just you."

"You—!"

"That’s enough."

Atticus interrupted, fixing his gaze on the man, who stood there with clenched fists, still glaring at Whisker.

"I’ve already made myself clear. We will resume capturing territories after the competition."

"No! You can’t—"

"I can’t?"

His aura crashed down on him in an instant, forcing the man to his knees.

"I am god here."

Atticus’ gaze bore down on him as the man gritted his teeth, unable to move even a single inch.

"I can do whatever I want."

"L-lord Ozeroth—!"

The man turned desperately toward Ozeroth, but froze the moment he saw the cold, detached expression on his face. It was clear he had no intention of intervening.

"This meeting is over."

At once, the Eldorians rose from their seats, filing out of the hall, but not before casting silent glances at the man still kneeling on the floor, pinned in place by Atticus’ will.

Atticus had already left, yet the weight of his presence lingered behind, pressing down on everyone who remained.

They swallowed hard, and silently reminded themselves never to cross that monster of a child.

...

Atticus appeared in the sky the next moment. He waited patiently while staring at a single point, and moments later Ozeroth emerged in a burst of light.

"What’s this about a tournament? And why is Ozeroth only hearing about it now, bond?"

A deep frown was on his face, like he was deeply offended by something.

’Is it because of what just happened?’

He frowned, briefly wondering if Ozeroth was mad because he had chosen to participate in the tournament rather than free his people.

"I only found out tonight. I called the meeting immediately."

"Even so. You should have told Ozeroth before anyone else."

"...Is that why you’re upset?"

"The great Ozeroth doesn’t get upset!"

"So let me get this straight. You’re angry because I told everyone else before you."

"Hmph. Don’t lump me together with those pussies."

"I see."

Atticus let out a quiet sigh, shaking his head.

"I thought you were upset about what happened in the hall."

"That? Why would i care about that?"

Atticus appeared within his training continent, where the Veilroot Tree loomed high above the land, bathing the entire region in a scarlet glow. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

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