Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 797

Chapter 797 Curt

After that night when he had dinner with the family, Atticus hadn't been able to get a good night's sleep.

The realization that seventeen years had truly passed weighed on him, filling him with guilt for enjoying his life in this world while wondering how his mother on Earth must be feeling.

It felt wrong. Yet, deep down, he knew his mother would want the best for him.

But then, a thought crept in that frightened him even more: she might have moved on. It had been seventeen years, after all, and if she had managed to find peace, it would be best for her.

But the idea of his mother forgetting him gnawed at him. It felt selfish, but he couldn't shake the feeling.

To escape these thoughts, Atticus trained. This was the only thing that seemed to clear his mind. While the Ravenstein family and the entire human domain were preparing for his birthday celebration, he secluded himself in the advanced training room, immersing himself in mastering the new paragon art he had obtained.

Time passed quickly, and soon, the day of the ball arrived.

Atticus heard the door to the training room open and turned to see Anastasia walking in.

He sighed. "Looks like you've made some modifications, Mom."

"Well, I know you well. A mother always plans ahead." Anastasia walked over, using a towel to wipe the beads of sweat from his forehead.

Atticus chuckled. "Am I really that bad?"

"You are."

Atticus's mouth twitched at her quick response. Before he could say another word, she grabbed his hand and began leading him out of the training room.

Knowing exactly how stubborn her son could be, Anastasia had modified his preferred training room to allow her access, even without his permission.

Atticus didn't resist, letting her lead him. If he were honest, he was surprised Anastasia hadn't come earlier—he'd been training there for almost two days straight, with Arya and Yotad bringing him food.

During that time, Anastasia hadn't shown up even once.

Soon, he found himself in his room, where a formal outfit and accessories were laid out for him. Clearly, Anastasia had no intention of trusting him to choose something appropriate.

Much to his insistence, she left the room to let him dress alone, but when she returned, a frown appeared on her face as she checked his attire.

Shaking her head, she began from scratch, meticulously adjusting every detail until it was just right.

Finally, Anastasia stepped back, examining him from head to toe. Despite the exhausted look on his face, she wasn't focused on that.

"Perfect," she murmured, clearly pleased with her work.

"Of course it is," Atticus muttered, rolling his eyes.

Anastasia chuckled softly before placing a gentle kiss on his forehead.

"It's only for one night, At. It'll be over before you know it."