Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 799

Chapter 799 Ally or…

Atticus was utterly shocked.

The heads of every tiered family in the human domain were present. The paragons of the tier one families were currently in the estate!

And yet, right at the center of this estate, in a very open space, Whisker Von Pounce, the sovereign of the beast race, a figure who had recently caused a stir at a gathering of Eldoralth's most powerful leaders, someone the leaders and powerhouses of the human domain were wary of, had appeared as though it was the most normal thing to do.

Atticus was just… speechless. He truly didn't know what to say. As he was about to speak, he paused and shook his head, turning his gaze upward to the full moon high in the sky.

At this point, he was just tired. The beast was truly a wildcard.

A grin appeared on Whisker's face. "Too shocked to speak, huh?"

"I just don't know what to say," Atticus responded after a few seconds, his gaze fixed on the bright full moon, his eyes distant. Whisker could instantly sense his troubled state.

He moved closer and sat on the fountain's edge.

"You seem troubled. Would you like to talk about it?"

Atticus's eyes briefly shifted away from the moon to look at Whisker. His playful and bubbly demeanor had vanished, replaced by something more firm. Atticus could feel it, he was actually serious.

He didn't know how to feel about that. Sometimes, venting to a stranger about your troubles helps, but Atticus wasn't the type to do that. If he couldn't tell his loved ones what was troubling him, then others had no business knowing.

Atticus turned back to the moon before responding, "I'm fine."

Whisker smiled. Even a novice rank individual could see that something was clearly wrong, let alone a paragon.

"Hmm, alright. You don't have to talk, just listen."

Whisker also turned his gaze to the moon, and a silence descended over the area. Atticus could instantly feel it, the air around them had noticeably grown heavier.

Whisker soon broke the silence.

"You know… just like you, I once stared at the moon like this, beaten, powerless, and stripped of everything I held dear. It was a long time ago. Back then, I hoped. I prayed. I didn't know who I was asking for help, but I knew I wanted all my problems to disappear. But things only ever got worse."

"Do you know why?"

Atticus shook his head, and Whisker's smile grew.

"Because from the beginning, I was doing the wrong thing. Hope… it's a pointless thing. Yet so many people cling to it, waiting for life to get better. You hope things will turn around. You hope someone will come to save you. You hope tomorrow will be different."

He turned and looked at Atticus, his smile fading. "But do you know what finally solved my problems?"

Atticus didn't respond, but he knew the answer already.

"Power. Absolute, undeniable power. That's the one thing in this world that can make everything else disappear."

"Atticus Ravenstein,"

Atticus turned and faced him, meeting his intense crimson gaze. He felt his emotions rise, his blood boiling.