Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1621

Chapter 1621: Middle

’Right... they don’t know.’

The siblings had been silently listening to the entire conversation. Atticus could easily imagine their confusion, since they had no context for any of it.

He felt Ozeroth’s gaze settle on him, and he gave a subtle nod in reassurance.

’They’re my slaves. We can trust them.’

Over the next few moments, as Atticus calmly explained everything, Zair suddenly shot to his feet in outrage.

"This is an outrage! How dare they!"

He was visibly furious at the mere thought of Ozeroth’s sister being placed in such a position.

’I suppose that’s only natural.’

Atticus thought. He had already sensed the dutiful elder brother nature from Zair, the same image Ozeroth himself constantly tried to embody.

As Zair continued venting his fury, Atticus suddenly felt a strange wave brush past him.

’Hm?’

He frowned and glanced back, only for his eyes to widen.

"We need to move."

As Atticus shot to his feet, the others immediately became alert, their gazes following his toward the massive dome steadily closing in on their position.

"Now."

He broke into a sprint at once, the others following closely behind him.

’It’s fast.’

Atticus frowned as he observed the dome’s advance. It was moving faster and swallowing far more distance than before.

’It’s forcing us inward.’

Since the dome was steadily shrinking across the entire world, every remaining participant would inevitably be driven toward the center.

’We’ll run into them.’

If all participants were pushed into a single location, there was no doubt they would eventually cross paths with the fat prince and that butler.

’We need to be ready.’

Atticus had already confirmed that their strength within this layer was restricted to the middle stages of the Archduke rank.

Although he was certain he had already surpassed that level, he was unable to exert power beyond that threshold here.

He was equally certain that the geniuses of the major factions were bound by the same restriction, meaning that victory or defeat would ultimately be decided by the quality of one’s will and the nature of their aspect.

As a true willer, Atticus had easily overwhelmed the false wills of the major faction geniuses, and their aspects had also posed no meaningful threat.

But the queen’s guard butler was different, as he was also a true willer and supposedly possessed an exceptionally dangerous aspect.

’Focus.’

Casting aside all stray thoughts, Atticus released a slow breath, his focus sharpening once more.

"Gather whatever resources you can while moving."

At his command, the others nodded and immediately scattered in different directions toward nearby resources.

Atticus did the same, collecting everything within reach as he advanced.

"Heyya!"

Some moments later, a cheerful voice echoed from the forest depths beside him, and Whisker came into view, lounging casually atop a throne carried by numerous humanoid creatures.

"Whisker?"

"In the flesh."

Whisker flashed a smug grin, flicking his hair back with flair.

"...what exactly are those?"

"These beauties?"

Whisker cast a proud glance toward the creatures supporting his throne.

"Just a few friends I picked up along the way. Figured I’d put them to good use."

"..."

’He hasn’t changed.’

Unsure how to respond, Atticus simply shook his head and chose to ignore it. He was glad the team was finally complete.

The others soon regrouped around him after gathering as many resources as they could find.

"Tch. This useless one is back."

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