Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1732

Chapter 1732: Defective

"How unfortunate..."

With his legs casually crossed and cheek resting lazily against his palm, the Nature King gazed down at Atticus and Whisker with an almost bored expression.

Then his eyes paused on Whisker.

"You..." The Nature King’s gaze lingered on Whisker for a moment. "You’re one of mine, aren’t you?"

He observed him for a moment before tilting his head.

"Hm... Interesting. I can’t feel Nature’s Will from you at all. So you’re the defective I sensed earlier."

"Hah..." Whisker let out a dry laugh. "Of course your seed turned out defective. I have my mother to thank for that. Otherwise, something as pathetically useless as you could only produce garbage."

The Nature King blinked, visibly caught off guard.

"Oh? The defective knows me?" he muttered, sounding more curious than offended. "That’s unusual. I abandon most of my seeds. How exactly do you know me?"

He waved his hand lazily. One of the hollow eyed Nature Spawn instantly appeared beside him.

"Who is he?"

The spawn turned toward Whisker, studying him with empty eyes. A moment later, he bowed respectfully toward the Nature King.

"He’s Seum, Nature King," the hollow-eyed spawn answered. "He calls himself Whisker Von Pounce now. Son of Mistress Senith."

"Ah... Senith."

The Nature King’s eyes brightened faintly, almost nostalgic.

"Now that woman was memorable. I’ve missed her." His smile widened slightly. "Absolutely terrifying in bed."

Whisker’s expression darkened instantly. The Nature King either didn’t notice or simply didn’t care.

"I see..." His gaze returned to Whisker. "So you’re her son. I suppose the hatred makes sense now." He shrugged. "Unfortunately, my next conquest wanted her dead, so I killed her."

Whisker’s eyes slowly turned murderous.

The Nature King noticed immediately and smiled.

"Oh? So that’s what this is? You came all this way for revenge? Against me?"

The Nature King laughed.

The entire forest quaked with each booming sound, the pressure nearly forcing Atticus and Whisker off their feet. A moment later, the laughter gradually died down.

"A defective that still doesn’t know its place..."

The Nature King’s crimson eyes glowed with a predatory light.

"You really should’ve stayed hidden."

A smile slowly spread across his face.

"Kill him."

Five Nature Spawn vanished from the skies.

The world seemed to slow as Atticus turned toward Whisker, his perception accelerating to its limit.

"Will you be okay?"

Despite the slowed world, Whisker turned toward him with a grin.

"My star actor..." he said, the atmosphere around him changing. "I’ve fantasized about killing this man for centuries. I’m doing wonderful."

He slowly faced forward.

"I’ve waited my entire life for this."

The five Nature Spawn appeared in bursts of crackling light, weapons already descending.

Whisker remained standing there one moment, seemingly untouched and unmoving, and the next appeared behind them.

Five heads flew skyward.

"Hm..." The Nature King glanced at the five falling heads with mild surprise. "So the defective can bite a little after all."

He lazily waved his hand again.

"Go."

The hundreds of Nature Spawn vanished simultaneously. They reappeared throughout the forest, wills blazing around them as countless attacks tore through the surroundings.

Whisker grinned. It was feral, exposing every gleaming fang.

"Unshackle."

A formless wave erupted from him, whipping back his hair and billowing his clothes. The incoming attacks struck him... then phased harmlessly through his body like he wasn’t even there.

The explosions had barely thundered across the forest when a fiendish roar tore from Whisker’s throat.

He stomped forward. Dust exploded around him before he vanished.

Whoosh! Slash! Thud!

Whisker flickered across the battlefield like a phantom. One moment appearing before a Nature Spawn, the next already behind them as heads tumbled through the air.

It was as though the wills protecting them didn’t exist at all.

He came and went like a reaper harvesting lives.

The surviving Nature Spawn narrowed their eyes. Their wills blazed brighter as different arts erupted across the forest and surged toward Whisker from every direction.

"Hahahaha!"

Whisker’s fiendish laughter echoed throughout the battlefield as he blurred through the attacks. Every art phased harmlessly through him before he flashed past them again.

Thin lines spread across dozens of necks, then their heads went skyward.

Atticus eyes thinned. Even he found it difficult to follow Whisker with sight alone. If not for the enhancement Solvath’s power granted his perception, he doubted he would’ve been able to keep up at all.

’So this is his will.’

Whisker moved like someone completely unbound. One moment gliding effortlessly through the battlefield, the next appearing behind a Nature Spawn without the slightest warning.

Atticus exhaled slowly. Wisps of smoke curled from his body as the temperature around him steadily climbed. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

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