Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1678

Chapter 1678: Tired...

That evening, Atticus gathered the entire family in the living room of the mansion.

"What is this, bond? I’m a busy man, you know."

Whisker sneered.

"If you’re busy, then everyone in this domain must be worked to death."

"That’s rich coming from you. Lazy man, always at the beach."

"Well, at least I’m handsome."

"What does that have to do with— wait. Ozeroth is handsome too."

"Enough, both of you."

Atticus’ heavy glare silenced them instantly.

"I have an announcement to make."

"What is it, son?" Avalon said, and the rest of the family turned their attention to Atticus.

"Freya."

He gestured to her. She hesitated for a brief moment before stepping forward, her fists clenched tightly at her sides.

The moment her eyes met Atticus’ steady gaze, she gave a faint nod.

She raised her arm, and her eyes suddenly flushed dark as a pale, shadowy orb formed above her palm.

"!!!!"

Everyone’s eyes widened, several of them shooting to their feet.

"Freya... what is this..." Anastasia’s voice trembled.

"She became a god."

Atticus said calmly, taking in their shocked expressions. It was only natural. There was no one present who didn’t understand what it took to become a god.

"A... a god...? H-how did you... kill...?"

"Yes, mom."

"Hah..."

Anastasia gasped, covering her mouth as she stared at Freya with trembling eyes.

"How did this happen?" Avalon asked, his expression hardening.

"It was ma—"

"...It was all my fault, dad."

Before Atticus could continue, Freya stepped forward, her fists tightening even more.

"Explain."

"I... I was spying on Atticus and Uncle Ozeroth. I heard them talking about when I’d become a god. I didn’t want to hold anyone back, so I... I..."

Whisker clicked his tongue.

"For a guy who calls himself the greatest, you really didn’t notice a ten-year-old spying on you?"

"Y-you fool! It’s because I was upset about you stealing my goddaughter! I wasn’t paying attention and—"

"Excuses. Just say you’re useless."

"You—! Atticus was there too! If even the god of the domain didn’t notice, why are you blaming me!?"

"Bla bla bla. Still useless."

"You...!"

"Guys!"

A crushing pressure suddenly flooded the room, silencing them instantly. All eyes turned toward Avalon, whose body had begun to emit faint, sizzling wisps of smoke.

"Can you keep it down?"

Avalon didn’t wait for a response before turning back to Freya, his gaze hard. Freya’s head was bowed, her posture stiff as though awaiting punishment.

"What you did... that was wrong, Freya. Do you understand?"

"...yes."

"...go to your room. We’ll call you when we’re ready."

Freya gave a small nod, threw Atticus a brief look, and quietly left the room. A heavy silence settled in her wake until Avalon’s voice cut through it.

"You knew."

Atticus met his father’s fierce gaze without flinching.

"I did."

"Then why didn’t you stop it!?"

Bam!

Avalon’s arm tore through the wall, the impact sending cracks racing across it as the entire mansion trembled.

The easiest answer would have been that it wasn’t his place, that she was free to make her own choice. But that would have been a lie. And Atticus had no intention of lying.

"Because I wanted it to."

"Wanted?" Avalon’s gaze flared red. "She’s ten, Atticus. Ten. And you just stood there and let her kill someone?"

"...I killed for the first time when I was ten."

"That was you! You were never normal to begin with, so of course—"

"Avalon!"

Avalon turned toward Anastasia, who was now staring at him with a firm gaze.

"Bu—"

"That’s enough."

"...tch."

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