Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1764

Chapter 1764: Worry

"My poor baby... how much of this have you been carrying all by yourself?"

Her voice was soft. Unbearably sad. He didn’t understand. He’d anticipated many reactions. Anger. Disbelief. He’d even expected some of them to look at him with horror.

Yet Anastasia and Grace also stepped forward, silently joining the embrace.

Attimax and Avalon had both turned away, fists clenched and jaws tight. Aurora and Caldor couldn’t meet his eyes. Ember simply stared at him, tears flowing freely down her face. So did his grandmother, Freya. Holding her close, Magnus looked at Atticus with an indescribably complicated expression.

His sister Freya wasn’t sure how to react, only staring at him in silence. Ozeroth’s eyes were dark, yet he never looked away. Even Whisker watched him with a wry smile.

Even Anorah, who had been avoiding his gaze all this while, now had tears streaming down her face.

All of them. His family. They all looked at him with the same emotion.

Sadness.

Atticus was confused. Why were they sad? He’d worked hard. So hard. After so many twists and turns, after so much pain, he’d finally achieved his goal.

Now they could all live in peace. It was something to celebrate. It should be. So why were they sad?

The next few hours were strange to Atticus. His mothers refused to leave his side. Aurora and Ember quietly joined them, sitting beside him without saying much. Whisker tried to lighten the mood with jokes. At one point, he’d become so desperate that he intentionally tripped over his own feet.

Yet no one laughed.

Atticus still didn’t understand. They constantly asked him how he felt. Whether he was okay. Why wouldn’t he be okay? He’d made peace with himself a long time ago. Right now, he’d merely achieved his goal.

That was all.

The meeting ended on a sour note, at least from Atticus’ perspective. His family’s reaction left him more confused than anything else. He refused to let anyone follow him, yet Anorah insisted. After everything he’d done to her, he couldn’t bring himself to refuse.

The two wandered through the grassland in silence. She held his hand tightly. He could feel the warmth of her hand against his. Tear stains still marked her face.

It felt wrong. He’d brought everyone back. Her father. Her grandfather. Her mother. Her family. This should have been a moment of happiness. Not... this.

Eventually, the silence became too much for him.

"I brought back your family," he said quietly. "Shouldn’t you be with them?"

Anorah’s fingers tightened around his hand.

"I want to be with you."

Atticus turned to look at her.

"I’m sorry... for leaving you like that. I know it was wrong, but I just needed to—"

"Shh..." Anorah smiled softly. "It’s okay, Atticus. That’s already behind us. And... I understand now. So don’t worry."

Atticus didn’t know what to say. He was certain she’d been pissed earlier. What changed?

He exhaled.

He knew what had changed. It wasn’t every day your partner annihilated the entire universe, after all.

"...Are you scared of me?" he asked quietly, somehow afraid of the answer. Relief washed through him when Anorah shook her head.

"No."

"Then why... why is everyone looking at me like this? I don’t understand."

He held the power of the universe, yet he restrained himself from reading his family’s thoughts. He wanted to live peacefully, and that meant respecting them. The paranoia... he wanted to leave it behind. Yet this situation unsettled him.

Anorah fell silent, as though carefully choosing her words.

"...We’re just... worried about you."

"...Worried?"

She gently squeezed his hand.

"...Yes."

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