Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 737

Chapter 737 Changing

"Mom, stop it," Atticus muttered as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

After spending hours with Oberon, he had immediately run into Anastasia on his way back to his room. She had insisted they have dinner together, and they were currently doing just that in his room.

Anastasia smiled warmly and reached across the table to brush a stray piece of hair from his forehead. His hair had always been bushy, and she had long since tired of constantly asking him to get a haircut. Maybe she'd cut it in his sleep…

"You're never too old to be worried about," she replied gently, her eyes filled with warmth.

She knew this would probably annoy him, but she couldn't resist. She just couldn't help herself.

"Especially when you're going off to risk your life tomorrow."

Atticus sighed, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms. He had learned about the history of the other Apex events in the past.

Many of the human Apex, if they could even be called that, had lost their lives during this competition. And that had been without the blatant declaration of the Nexus being a death game.

"I'm stronger than you think," he said suddenly, avoiding her gaze. But even as he spoke, his voice had a softer edge.

She was the one person he couldn't be cold to, even if he tried, and he wasn't used to her fussing over him like this.

Anastasia nodded, her expression softening. "I know, Atti," she said gently. "I know you're strong. But you're still my son, and that means I'll always worry."

Atticus turned to the side, trying to hide the small smile creeping onto his face. "Embarrassing," he mumbled.

Seeing this, Anastasia chuckled and reached out to take his hand, giving it a small squeeze. "Oh, I know. And I'm not sorry about it."

For a few moments, they sat there, holding hands across the table.

Suddenly, Anastasia spoke, her tone serious. "Just promise me you'll be careful." Atticus immediately noticed the concern in her voice. She couldn't stop him from participating in the competition— something that pained her. But he was her son, and what mother wouldn't support her son?

Atticus met her eyes, a warm smile on his face. "I promise, Mom," he said quietly but firmly. "I'm not planning on dying. I'll be back before you know it."

Anastasia nodded, taking a deep breath. "I'll hold you to that."

They continued their meal in comfortable silence, with Atticus occasionally glancing at his mother. As he had expected, throughout the dinner, Anastasia hadn't tried to convince him not to participate in the Nexus. Instead, she expressed her support, though her worry was clear.

Atticus smiled once more before focusing on his food. Tomorrow, even if he had to unleash a massacre, he would come back home.

The time passed quickly, and before long, Anastasia kissed Atticus goodnight on his forehead.

As she left the room, her shadow suddenly swirled, and Arya appeared behind her.