Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1731

Chapter 1731: Excited

Atticus and Whisker streaked across the terrain.

It had appeared close when shown on the map, but the forest the Pride Queen indicated was still many kilometers away from camp.

Atticus’ mind was split between the upcoming battle with the Nature King and the man beside him.

’He’s changed.’

Whisker seemed to glide through the air with no effort at all. No energy wrapped around him, nor was he controlling the world around him. Instead, he moved through it as though he were no longer bound to it.

Like he was free.

’His true will.’

Atticus gave himself an inward nod. It seemed the energy he’d formed had turned out to be perfect. Now, Whisker seemed... like Whisker. No longer did he feel limited by the Nature Will.

"If you keep staring at me like that..." Whisker turned toward him with a grin. "I’m going to start getting nervous, my star actor. Don’t tell me we’ve finally lost you to the other side."

Atticus gave him a flat look. "What are you even talking about?"

Whisker burst into laughter, amused by his reaction. "Good, good. For a second there I was already wondering how I’d gently break the news to poor Anorah."

"...there’s no news to break,"

Atticus studied him silently for a moment before speaking again.

"I’m just curious about your true will. I understand what it does in theory, but I’m not sure how it’ll actually work in a fight."

"Hmm..." Whisker stroked his chin thoughtfully, then grinned again. "Now why would I ruin the surprise for you, my star actor? You’ll see old Pounce in action soon enough."

"...I thought only women call you Pounce."

"Not exactly." Whisker smiled proudly. "I graciously allow anyone hopelessly in love with me to use it."

A moment of silence passed.

"...I’m not in love with you."

"Hah, sure." Whisker threw him a deeply amused look before suddenly putting on an exaggeratedly solemn face. "’Oh no, I can’t let him die! I’ll do absolutely anything it takes!’"

He immediately burst into laughter again.

"Oh, my star actor, I was unconscious, not dead!"

Atticus cleared his throat, embarrassed.

’So he heard everything.’

The realization only made Whisker laugh harder. Eventually, Atticus shot him a dirty look and decided to change the topic before the man embarrassed him any further.

"How do you feel?" he asked. "We’re about to fight the Nature King."

Whisker gradually fell silent. The atmosphere around him slowly shifted, turning strangely somber.

"Growing up... I really admired my father." He began. "He doted on my mother, took care of us both... he was there. At least, that’s what I believed.

"But it was all bullshit. When I was around two decades old, I discovered the truth about that bastard. He’s nothing more than a disgusting whore who spends his life chasing women, and my mother just happened to be his favorite at the time.

"Then he got bored and moved on to the next one... except that woman refused to accept him unless he killed my mother first."

"And do you know what he did?" His smile widened. "He killed her. Without hesitation."

Whisker laughed. The laughter sounded casual, almost unconcerned, yet the murderous aura slowly leaking from him chilled the surrounding air.

"That bastard killed her. Tried to kill me too, but I escaped. I’ve spent centuries building my strength, waiting for the day I’d finally get to kill him... and now I finally get my chance."

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