Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1025

Killing Lucas would end it all. But there were reasons he just couldn’t. Not now.

Firstly, Lucas had been his companion for years. He had been with him from the beginning. They weren’t friends, but Lucas wasn’t someone he could just discard.

At the end of the day, he was still one of his own.

If Lucas had blatantly tried to stab him in the back, that would’ve been different. Atticus would have killed him without hesitation.

But that wasn’t the case.

There were suspicions that he had just proven. Lucas hadn’t done anything to warrant death, not yet.

And killing him in cold blood didn’t sit right with Atticus, no matter how he tried to rationalize it.

Secondly, if something was being planned, Lucas wasn’t acting alone.

He was weak.

He couldn’t even harm a strand of Atticus’s hair, even if given the opportunity.

And most importantly, he was feeling regret.

Which meant there was a chance… a slim, delicate chance to extract the information Atticus desperately needed.

Lucas continued, his voice low.

"Honestly… I think those of us who survived would have preferred to die during the experiments. But lo and behold, we survived.

"Some tried to kill themselves multiple times, but the eyes on us were too much.

They treated us like treasure, even going as far as giving us luxurious food and care. But most of us had lost the will to live."

His tone darkened.

"That was… until they used them."

"They brought in our families we thought were already dead and used them against us.

They threatened us with their lives, forcing us to sign mana contracts that bound us to them for life… turning us into nothing more than slaves."

The expressions of everyone darkened, and the pressure in the area intensified.

Atticus’s aura bore down on Lucas, causing a streak of blood to fall from his nose.

"What do they have planned?" Atticus asked, his voice heavy.

Lucas smirked.

It was an expression unlike anything he had ever shown before, a crazed expression, like that of a madman.

"You have to listen to my favor first."

Atticus’s eyes narrowed.

"You’re a traitor. What makes you think I’ll help you?"

Lucas grinned wider.

"Because I asked nicely." Then he burst into laughter again.

The pressure intensified again, and Lucas’s body slammed into the floor with brutal force.

"Lucas!" Nate screamed. But he still couldn’t move.

"Atticus, I’m sure we can—"

He tried to reason, but before he could finish, Atticus’s spoke.

"Do not take this as a joke. The only reason you’re still alive is because of the information you possess."

"This will be the last time."

The pressure doubled.

Lucas coughed, spitting out a mouthful of blood. Still, he managed to speak, gasping.

"I’m still going to ask for my favor… regardless. And I’ll tell you what you want after it."

He paused.

"Keliata and Yesmin Ravenstein. My mother… and my sister. If you happen to survive this, which I know you somehow will, please find them. Help them."

His eyes lowered slightly as he begged.

But Atticus said nothing.

Lucas continued.

"You’re lucky the restrictions on us weren’t strict on information. I guess they thought it better to have no restrictions than the wrong ones."

"The people who captured me… were the Obsidian Order."

Boom.

The gravity in the clearing intensified, and Atticus’s aura surged like a storm.

"Continue."

"These are the real Obsidian Order," Lucas said.

"The ones who make up their inner circle. Their true goal, the Cores."