Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1143

Oberon exhaled heavily, nodding with a grave expression.

"Tell me everything that's happened," Atticus said.

Oberon nodded once, firmly. Seeing this, Anastasia quietly stepped back and excused herself, giving them space.

Atticus didn't interrupt much. He remained silent through most of the conversation, only asking a few questions to clarify details as Oberon walked him through everything.

Still, with each passing word, Atticus's expression grew darker.

Then, finally, his voice broke the silence.

"Did anyone die?"

It was a vague question. This was war, death was expected. But Oberon understood what Atticus really meant.

Did any of his loved ones die?

Oberon shook his head. "None."

That answer eased part of the pressure pressing against Atticus's chest. Anastasia had mentioned the same thing earlier, but she'd been focused solely on his recovery.

If someone had truly died, there was no way he would've been allowed to rest. She could lie to him until he recovered. But Oberon… Oberon wouldn't lie to him. He couldn't anyways.

Still, at the very least, with everyone still alive, he could move forward.

"What about Whisker?"

Oberon's face shifted slightly as he shook his head. "He disappeared after you fainted. We don't know where he went."

Atticus frowned. "And you haven't been able to find him since?"

Oberon nodded once in confirmation.

Immediately, Ozeroth's voice rang out in his mind. "See!? I told you! I told you to never let that thing out of your sight!"

Atticus exhaled heavily, choosing to ignore him. He gave a small nod.

"Alright. Thank you."

"It's nothing," Oberon said. "I suggest you focus on recovery, Apex Atticus. We need you now more than ever."

Atticus nodded once more, and with that, Oberon turned and left the scene, leaving Atticus alone, deep in thought.

'Did you know all this?' Atticus asked.

"Just some parts of it. I overheard the others talking when they came to check up on you." Ozeroth replied.

"And they didn't ask you to fight?" Atticus asked, frowning.

It was odd. Everyone knew Ozeroth was just as powerful as him. In a situation this dire, it should've been a no-brainer to ask for his help.

"They tried," Ozeroth said. "But I didn't answer them."

"You didn't answer them?"

"Yes. I'm in your body, and they tried calling for me. I just ignored them. So they assumed I was unconscious too."

Atticus hummed in response, his eyes flickering toward the soulkin perched lazily on his head.

"What about him?"

Ozeroth suddenly burst into laughter.

"Don't let his cute looks fool you! He's as prideful and stubborn as you! They tried to carry him to the battlefield, expecting him to be strong since he's your soulkin, and he proved them right! The moment they got close, he just released his killing intent… and not one of them could take a single step! It was hilarious!"

The little guy's eyes fluttered open as Ozeroth began ranting. He tilted his head and muttered softly, "Ozzy?"

Ozeroth froze. "I told you not to call me that again!"