Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 662

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Niall had never felt so humiliated in his decades of life. He had always been at the top of the food chain, the boss, and the general to the Sovereign. However, these past few days had left him feeling utterly degraded.

He, a grandmaster, a general, and the vizier to the Sovereign, had been reduced to a watchdog and a maid, hunting for food at the whims of a mere boy.

Atticus hadn't spoken any words to him apart from "Get me food and make sure nothing disturbs my training." Which left Niall with no choice but to comply.

The days passed quickly, and during this time, Atticus remained completely focused on absorbing mana. The challenges posed by the master ranks compared to the expert ranks were immense. It was already expected, but even so, the sheer amount of mana required to rank up was staggering.

It was unthinkable where he would reach should he decide to spend the rest of the year inside the chasm, but he had only been required to spend two months. And soon enough, the day arrived.

"Hold my hand," Atticus commanded.

Niall's brows furrowed. He had heard about the degrading things that some masters did to their slaves and couldn't imagine himself in such a position. 'I would rather die!'

"It's an order," Atticus said firmly.

A wave of intense pain hit Niall as he resisted. However, he didn't want to die. Meeting Atticus's cold eyes, a certain realization set in. 'I might be overreacting,' he thought. After all, Atticus didn't seem the type for… well, whatever it was he was imagining.

Reluctantly, he grabbed Atticus's outstretched arm. The silence that followed was suffocating. Niall stood there, awkwardly holding onto Atticus's arm, his mind racing with a million questions. Was he supposed to say something? Was there a secret handshake he didn't know about?

A minute passed. Niall's discomfort grew, and just as he opened his mouth to speak, the situation changed.

Without warning, tendrils of lightning materialized, wrapping around both him and Atticus.

Niall jumped, nearly yanking his hand back. "Wait, what?! Is this some sort of weird electric handshake? Should I have prepared for this?!"

Unlike the Sovereign, Niall wasn't too well-versed in human customs and cultures. All he knew was that this was weird on so many levels.

The tendrils of lightning multiplied until they enveloped both Atticus and Niall in a cocoon of electricity. Then, like a bolt of lightning, it streaked through the air at blinding speed across the forest and into the dark caves.

Just as Atticus was about to completely leave, he suddenly heard a whisper in his ear followed by the sound of laughter.

"My name… Whisker Von Pounce," the voice said.

Atticus's expression inside the cocoon of lightning changed. 'What the hell…' he thought. The man really couldn't think of a better name?

A few seconds later, Atticus felt the lightning around him dissipating, and in front of him was the overwhelming presence of Magnus.

Atticus felt a slight tingle as though something or someone was thoroughly probing him.

"Grandfather," Atticus bowed and greeted respectfully. Although Magnus was suppressing his aura, Atticus's advancement into the master- rank made him realize just how overwhelmingly powerful Magnus was. His aura was thick, almost like a liquid that engulfed him.

"You've made great gains," Magnus nodded approvingly.

"I got lucky," Atticus replied modestly.