Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1617

Chapter 1617: Mad Dust

"You’re arrogant."

The nephew’s eyes grew cold at the blatant disregard, but Whisker shrugged lazily.

"Devilishly handsome, charming, and funny. Try to keep up."

"...Do you even understand your current situation?"

"Hm?"

The nephew asked in a cold voice, and Whisker looked at him in confusion.

"This enclosure is called the Dome of Cultivation. It directly counters your Untamed Wild."

"...Oh?"

"Surprised?"

The nephew smiled slightly at Whisker’s silence, clearly pleased that he had finally gotten some kind of reaction out of him.

"...Honestly, yeah. It’s a bit unsettling."

"...What?"

"You stalking me or something, you creep?"

"..."

The nephew clenched his fists at his sides, glaring at Whisker. The fact that this bastard still sat casually on his throne despite the situation was insane.

Slowly exhaling, he steadied himself and forced his expression back into a small, confident smile.

"...It won’t work. Father told me everything about you. Especially your habit of provoking people just to get a reaction."

"...Did he now?"

"He told me about your Untamed Wild. A will that thrives on freedom and rejects restraint itself. It wasn’t difficult to imagine such a will’s weakness."

"What happens when freedom is taken away?"

"...I get bored?"

The nephew gritted his teeth, but exhaled and stretched his arms outward grandly.

"My Dome of Cultivation strips away every notion of freedom you possess. Inside here, you’re nothing more than a dog trapped in a cage. It’s already happening."

"Hm?"

Whisker frowned slightly as his grotesque monsters began to shrink, their massive forms reducing until they returned to their original humanoid shapes.

Even the oppressive aura they radiated had weakened significantly.

"You feel it, don’t you? Your will is weakening. By now, it should be less than half of its original strength."

"..."

"What’s wrong? Nothing to say?"

The nephew stretched his arms even wider as he slowly rose into the air. The roots around the enclosure trembled before gathering behind him, their sharpened tips aimed forward.

"...Father warned me about you. Said you were dangerous. But in the end, you’re just an arrogant fool. Once I kill you, he’ll be forced to acknowwwwleeege meeeeee—"

The nephew blinked, shaking his head. He squinted with a confused expression for a moment then cleared his throat.

"As I was saying... I’ll kiiiiiiill youuuuu."

The nephew narrowed his eyes as it happened again. His words had suddenly dragged, like he had lost control over his mouth.

"...Why... won’t my... voice..."

"Hahahaha!"

"...?"

But before he could make sense of it, a laughter suddenly echoed through the enclosure.

"...What are you laughing at?"

He narrowed his eyes at Whisker, who had suddenly begun laughing.

"Finally. I thought I was going to die from boredom. My nephew, you talk far too much."

Whisker grimaced as he shook his head, as though even recalling the speech was painful.

"Whaaat didddd youuu doooo?!"

"It’s ’what did you do.’ Try to speak properly."

Whisker corrected him casually, chuckling.

"Yooouuu—!"

The nephew suddenly clutched his head, stiffening as though something had struck his mind directly. He began shaking his head repeatedly, trying desperately to clear whatever was happening inside it.

"W-whaaattt is th-isss."

"Neat, right?"

Whisker gestured lazily, and his creatures carried him forward, lowering him toward the nephew, who had already fallen back to the ground.

"I call it mad dust."

"M-mad... dust...?"

"You really thought you were the first person to try something like this?"

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