Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1749

Chapter 1749: Alike

"Oh, my beautiful boy! You look so handsome!"

Atticus stood before a full-sized mirror, staring at his reflection. He was dressed in a white robe painted with red flames and adorned with multiple ornaments.

His mother had taught him how to manipulate the elements to form flesh, as all of them could. Atticus had been reluctant, actually liking the menace his burning appearance invoked in others, but after a lengthy discussion about how crude and ugly he looked, he had eventually relented.

Now his skin was porcelain-like, filled with life and vigor. His white hair was neatly combed, and his beard had been erased beneath his mother’s glare. He looked like the sort of person supermodels on Earth would pray to resemble. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

As he stared at himself, for once, Atticus couldn’t help but appreciate his appearance.

"So... what do you think?"

Ilyshkara stared at him expectantly. He’d insisted on dressing himself, but after hearing about his ’plans,’ which involved wearing a single robe and a pair of sandals he genuinely believed looked good, his mother had gone silent.

Then she had dragged him away while muttering several words that indirectly called him stupid.

His current remarkable appearance was the result of her dedication.

Atticus smiled.

"I look good."

"Heh! See? What did I tell you?"

She immediately turned toward the Arbiter.

"Look at him. Doesn’t he look adorable?"

"R-right!"

The Arbiter stiffened and looked at him. Their eyes met, and her face instantly scrunched up, as though the words themselves had offended her. Her personality was still very much present.

"He looks perfect, Master! Absolutely perfect."

"Hehe..."

It was a beautiful moment, but Atticus could barely pay attention. After their talk yesterday, his mind had become entirely consumed by something else.

He’d left what remained of his family in the Middle Planes to avoid getting distracted, only to find himself facing an even worse situation here.

Bourn.

What was he supposed to do about him?

His father’s elder brother’s son. His cousin. It was basically another Caldor. His family.

But what was he supposed to do when it was his family standing between him and his goals? Should he hold back? Should he kill?

He didn’t know.

The sharp glint in his mother’s eyes, despite her smile, told him she knew exactly what he was going through.

But she wasn’t going to help him. After all, Ilyshkara wanted him to surrender the fragments. To her, this situation was ideal. To Atticus, not so much.

The click of the door pulled him from his thoughts. He turned and saw his father standing there.

"Son. Come."

Attimax wore a green robe embroidered with countless sigils signifying growth. His towering frame and broad shoulders made him seem less like a man and more like a weapon waiting to be drawn.

Atticus approached him.

"Your hand."

As Atticus stretched out his arm, he frowned while Attimax fastened an ancient-looking watch around his wrist.

"My father gave this to me when I first became a star." His fingers lingered briefly on the watch. "Now it’s yours."

Attimax placed both hands on his shoulders and held his gaze.

"I’m glad you’re home."

Atticus blinked. Truthfully, he hadn’t expected something like this from Attimax at all.

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