Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1017

Carius could feel his hold thickening, the air around the dragon becoming more distorted. But he didn’t say anything. It was paramount that Draktharion came to this realization himself.

Draktharion exhaled sharply, his molten gaze boring into Carius. His massive, clawed hands clenched and unclenched as if battling an unseen war within himself.

"I want a mana contract."

Carius remained silent for a moment, his eyes betraying nothing. Then, with a simple motion, a golden contract materialized in his hand.

It shifted fluidly as he engraved clauses into it with the motion of his fingers. When he was done, he sent it forward.

Draktharion caught it midair, his fiery eyes quickly scanning the clauses. It was to the point. No excess wording. No hidden manipulation. It contained exactly what he needed, nothing more, nothing less.

His expression remained stormy, but his taloned hand pressed against the parchment.

The contract ignited.

Golden motes surged from its pages, splitting into twin streams of energy that sank into both of their chests.

The moment the contract was complete, Draktharion felt it.

A tether.

A connection.

Subtle, but there.

Then, Carius spoke, his tone eerily calm.

"Don’t do anything to stand out."

Draktharion’s massive body tensed.

"Put your head down and await orders."

A slow, ominous pause.

"Also," Carius continued, his voice dipping lower.

"Avoid any and all contact with him."

Draktharion’s fists clenched even tighter, his molten rage flaring. His jaw worked, his sharp teeth grinding together.

’Damn him!’

But, he nodded.

With a deep, guttural growl, fire erupted around him, shattering the darkened space and revealing the dense, emerald-green forest.

Then, without another word, he shot into the skies, disappearing into the horizon.

Carius didn’t move.

Didn’t acknowledge his departure. Didn’t turn his gaze toward the skies.

His expression remained unchanged, like a god overseeing an ant colony, as though this entire exchange had been nothing more than a routine task.

The deal was done. Another step in his plan.

His eyes drifted slightly, scanning the surroundings.

He had chosen this particular dense forest on the collective island where recruits met for their specializations.

He needed privacy.

"Did you really sign a mana contract with him?"

Despite the sudden voice, Carius’s gaze remained forward. His voice was placid.

"His perception of reality has long since been under my control."

A soft chuckle followed.

"How cruel."

From the foliage, a figure emerged.

Hair white as snow. Slender frame. Glasses gleaming under the faint light.

His aura, while deep, sat only at Expert- rank. Far, far beneath Carius.

Lucas Ravenstein.

The moment he stepped forward, he pushed his glasses up, his expression unreadable.

Carius didn’t acknowledge him.

Lucas sighed.

"What do you need him for?"

Carius remained dismissive.

"You should know your place."

His voice carried a weight and an unseen force settled on Lucas’s shoulders, pressing down like an invisible hand of the world itself.

Then, Carius turned, finally looking at him.

"Are you ready for your fate?"

Lucas clenched his fists. His knuckles turned white.

But his face… remained blank.

"You make it sound like I have a choice."

Carius’s expression didn’t shift.

"The weak have no right to a choice."

Lucas’s fingers dug into his palms, but he didn’t argue.

Instead, his voice came out quietly.

"What do you plan on doing with him?"

For the first time, Carius’s abyssal eyes flickered.

For the first time, his expression cracked.

A flash of something.

Anger. Disgust.

His fingers twitched as memories surged in.

The cold crimson eyes staring through him.