Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 823

Chapter 823 Spine

"Hmm," a smile appeared on Atticus' face, an action that baffled Ismara.

"I don't recall saying anything funny, Atticus Ravenstein. Why are you smiling?"

Atticus shook his head, still calm. He had been thinking about the possibilities of bonding with Ozeroth.

"Ah, I apologize. I zoned out for a bit."

"Your apology is accepted. Anyway—"

"I apologize once more, but I think I'll still bond with Ozeroth," Atticus interrupted.

Ismara froze, utterly shocked. She wasn't the only one, Seraphina's eyes widened in disbelief.

Ismara turned to Seraphina. "Seraphina, is intellectual impairment a dominant trait of your race, or is this child simply slow?"

"Sweetie…" Seraphina muttered, looking worriedly at Atticus.

Despite their reactions, Atticus maintained his calm demeanor, the smile on his face not changing.

"I heard everything you said, and I understand it all," he said.

"Then—"

"But," Atticus interrupted Ismara again, "I honestly don't see a reason why I shouldn't bond with him. Last time I checked, he's an enemy of your spirit king. What does that have to do with me?"

Ismara was left speechless, struggling to process the absurdity of the situation.

"I'll spell it out for you since your primitive mind clearly can't comprehend the situation," she said coldly. "A bond is for life. If you bond with any spirit, you inherit everything; their friendships and especially their enemies. Bonding with Ozeroth would make you an enemy of the spirit king and, by extension, every spirit on this planet and in the spirit realm," Ismara's tone had turned ice cold.

However, Atticus simply chuckled, a loud, genuine laugh that left both the spirit and the paragon baffled.

"It seems you misunderstood," he said, his voice calm but carrying a weight that made the room feel heavier.

"I didn't choose to become anyone's enemy. I'll simply live my life, choose my path, and if your race, in its infinite wisdom, decides to make an enemy of me…"

His words turned cold, an icy chill spreading through the room.

"I've never questioned my enemies, nor have I cared for the reasons they choose to stand in my way. Their choices are their own, as are the consequences."

"If anyone chooses to make me an enemy, I will choose to end them."

The room descended into a tense, oppressive silence. The air grew colder, and a faint killing intent radiated from Atticus.

Ismara's golden eyes blazed, her piercing gaze sharp enough to cut steel.

"Is that a threat, Atticus Ravenstein?"

"Aren't you supposed to be an intellectual? You tell me,"

Ismara's expression darkened further, her aura unfurling as the room began to quake. Spiritual energy surged around her, thick and oppressive.

Before she could act, Seraphina's stern voice cut through the tension.

"That's enough, Ismara."

But Ismara didn't listen, her energy still building. Seraphina's eyes narrowed before glowing an intense blue. Before Ismara could react, a burst of blue light engulfed her, and she was forcibly pulled back into Seraphina's body.

Even as Ismara's muffled protests echoed faintly, Seraphina ignored them, focusing entirely on Atticus. Her gaze was serious but warm.

"Listen, sweetie. I can't force you to do anything," she said gently. "But I urge you to think this through very carefully. I understand that you're drawn to his power, but you need to consider the consequences. Ismara might be difficult, but she doesn't lie. This is the first I'm hearing of this spirit king, but is that really an enemy you want to make? Especially now… Just think about it, alright?"

Atticus smiled softly, nodding. "I will, Auntie. Thank you."

"That's all I ask," Seraphina said, visibly relieved.

"But in the meantime, can I continue training in the sanctum?" Atticus asked. To him, there was truly nothing to think about, his mind was already made up. But he appreciated Seraphina's genuine concern.

Seraphina hesitated. Now that Atticus had made contact with an enemy of the spirits, his presence here in this sector was complicated. She wasn't entirely sure how the spirits in the area would react to him.

Plus, the boy's unpredictability made her uneasy, and she couldn't shake the nagging thought: What if some overlord from another world descended next?

She sighed deeply, reluctant but she still decided to grant him access.

"Okay," she said.

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