Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 800

Chapter 800 Come.

Atticus' question was as direct as it could be, and somehow, it made the atmosphere even heavier.

Whisker laughed, attempting to lighten the tension, but Atticus' expression remained firm. He was serious.

"Hmm, honestly, not even I am sure of my next move. Generally, I can't ask you to trust me," Whisker placed his hand on his chin as though in deep contemplation. Then he turned and met Atticus' stare.

"But what is certain, though, is that when it comes to you, my star actor, I want you to reach your full potential. Trust that."

Whisker's tone took on a serious edge at the end, and although Atticus hadn't known the beast for long, he could feel the sincerity. Whisker's will couldn't lie; he meant it.

Atticus nodded. It wasn't complete assurance, but for now, it would do. The fact remained that Whisker could probably kill or kidnap him right here and now, and no one in Eldoralth would ever know.

Whisker suddenly hopped down from the edge of the fountain, dusting off his clothes. "Well, now that that's settled, let's get to the reason I came here, shall we? My favor."

He turned towards Atticus with a smile.

'I knew this was coming.'

From the start, Atticus was sure Whisker wouldn't just show up without an important reason, likely to collect on a favor.

"Now, now, I don't like that look on your face. Do you know how stressful it was talking with all those prideful egomaniacs?"

Atticus' mouth twitched. Calling the most powerful beings on the planet "prideful egomaniacs" was absurd. This beast was truly one of a kind.

"I'm listening."

"Good, good. Don't worry; it's something simple, and it should benefit you. You have one year to train before you head to the military, right?"

Atticus nodded.

"Great. Here," Whisker suddenly tossed a small metallic sphere, and Atticus caught it, examining it closely. 'An artifact.'

After his experience with the Obsidian Order in the Abyssal Chasm, Atticus had learned never to underestimate any artifact he came across.

"What is this?"

"It's a map," Whisker explained. "During your training period, I want you to go to the border. From there, follow the map and head to the location it directs you to. Alone, of course."

Atticus' eyes narrowed. "What will I find there?"

Whisker smiled. "Now, what would be the fun in that? I'll let you find out for yourself. I'd advise you to go early, so you'll have enough time to prepare."

"It's been fun talking with you, my star actor. I'll take my leave now."

Atticus felt Whisker's presence fade, and with a sigh, he placed the map inside his spatial storage.

Atticus turned his gaze to the moon, and for the first time, there wasn't a shred of longing or hope in his eyes. He simply admired its beauty and lived in the moment.

It was peaceful.

He remained like this for a few minutes until he sensed another presence approaching the fountain.

"You look like you've been through a war," Avalon laughed, noticing Atticus staring into the sky. He sat down beside his son, who returned the smile.

"Where's Mom?"

"She's handling the guests," Avalon replied with a shrug.

Atticus gave him a sidelong glance. "You're literally the head of the family. Shouldn't you be the one doing that?" _{freeωebnovēl.c૦m}