Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 790

Chapter 790 Like That

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Azrakan was seething. He had been so angry that he'd ended up standing from his seat, waiting—just waiting—for that fool to disrespect the Dimensari name one more time.

But Jenera, the Evolari paragon, had interfered, bringing him back to his senses. It was obvious; the madman had been trying to push his buttons, and he had fallen for it. Azrakan returned to his throne, but his cold gaze stayed fixed on Whisker.

Jezenet also remained on her throne, though her bloodlust was still intense. At the same time, she was wary of Whisker. He was a paragon whose specialty was will. And in Eldoralth, most, if not all, abilities depended somehow on willpower.

By his ability to manipulate will—and given the abundance of his own—Whisker had already neutralized two of their paragons.

The Nullite would be powerless, and the Dimensari couldn't impose their laws on him. This left the Vampyros, Obliteri, Evolari, and Regenerari races.

But even among them, only the Obliteri and Evolari could claim to be unaffected by his will. But this still has its limits.

Compared to the lower and mid races, the superior races couldn't be said to be physically stronger; in fact, their auras were practically the same. A paragon was a paragon. But it was their racial traits and abilities that created that divide in strength.

And now, one man had just made that advantage completely obsolete.

It was unbelievable.

This was why they hadn't attacked him directly. He was dangerous.

Jenera didn't flinch or react to Whisker's flirtation. She was a woman who constantly evolved. To her, the concept of beauty was abstract at best. True beauty, in her eyes, lay in evolution.

"What do you want?" she asked, her expression unchanged. This was the question on everyone's mind. Why had he come here?

Whisker smiled. "I didn't get your name, beautiful."

"…"

A brief silence enveloped the hall as everyone turned toward Jenera, who stared down at Whisker. There was no doubt; he was an expert at pushing people's buttons.

"I am Jenera Flux," she replied after a few seconds.

"Hm, Jenera—a beautiful name for a beautiful woman… Well, Jenera, I came here to get my star actor."

"Star actor?" Azrakan asked, baffled. The others in the hall shared his confusion.

Whisker nodded smugly. "Yes, yes, my star actor. He beat the crap outta your sorry excuses for an apex and won the Nexus."

The gazes of Youn and Azrakan darkened. Sorry excuse?

"Nonsense! He's refusing to perform his duties as part of this alliance, and we're simply enforcing that. Are you interfering in alliance matters?" Azrakan demanded.

Youn remained silent. He was seemingly trying to avoid any interaction with Whisker. But the same couldn't be said for Azrakan.

Many of the superior race paragons couldn't help but shoot him a glance. The nerve. He had been the one to push for Atticus to sign a mana contract, but now he was trying to get everyone else to join him in his demands.

"Hmm, let me ask you a question," Whisker said, tossing the apple core aside and rubbing his hands together.

"Your apex and your apex," he pointed at Azrakan and Youn, "trained with the resources of your 'superior' races, right? You nurtured them, correct?"

"And yet, my star actor still defeated them… Your resources don't sound so special to me."

With a wave of his hand, another apple appeared, and Whisker took a casual bite.

At this point, Azrakan's gaze had darkened completely. He, along with the other paragons, was stunned.