Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1146

Atticus ended up inviting Whisker into his room.

Although the room had been carved into a tree, it was surprisingly spacious, a fact that caught even Whisker off guard.

"Damn," Whisker whistled, eyes wide as he took in the luxurious interior. "I'm not gonna lie, I really wasn't expecting this. These Evolari people are rich, huh."

Still in his pig form, Whisker waddled around the room on his tiny legs, head turning every which way as he gawked like someone who had never seen wealth in his life.

Atticus narrowed his eyes, watching him calmly. After a few seconds, he spoke up. "Are you done?"

"Just a few more seconds!" Whisker replied, his eyes lighting up as he approached the expensive-looking standing lamp by the bedside, examining it with surprising focus.

"Wow," he muttered. "That beauty I saw during the banquet, Jenera, right? Yeah, Jenera. She must be loaded."

He turned towards Atticus with gleaming eyes. "What do you think? Is she looking for a sugar boy?"

Atticus gave him a flat look. "You're literally older than her. You should be the sugar daddy."

"Hey!" Whisker snapped, looking genuinely offended. "I'm not that much older than her! Just by a few… centuries! What's that in the face of true love?"

'Shameless,' Ozeroth muttered in Atticus's mind.

"You sound like a gold digger," Atticus added.

Whisker gasped dramatically, placing a paw on his chest like he'd just been personally insulted.

But Atticus wasn't buying it. He shook his head and waved a hand. "Enough of this. We don't have time. Let's get to it."

He stepped into the center of the room and lowered himself onto the floor, sitting cross-legged.

Whisker sighed, "Alright, alright. Let's begin."

He plopped down as well, on his butt, with his hind legs sprawled awkwardly to the sides, belly bulging forward, tail twitching lazily behind. From Atticus's position, he had a full view of the underside of a pig.

His expression twisted immediately in disgust. "Are you going to remain like… this?"

"Of course," Whisker replied without missing a beat. "I can't risk being found out. Too risky."

"You could at least transform into something more appealing to the eyes."

"It's fine," Whisker said, waving it off. "You'll be training with your eyes closed anyway." He added in a lower tone, "For some parts."

Atticus inhaled deeply, forcing the intrusive thoughts away. Whisker really had a way of pressing every damn button.

"Let's just get this over with," he muttered, then nodded, signaling Whisker to begin.

Whisker grinned. "Alright. Now tell me… what do you know about Will?"

"Will is the raw expression of your identity. It's who you are."

Whisker nodded approvingly, "That's completely accurate… but not the whole truth."

He shifted slightly before continuing,

"You see, Will is the force of a person's deepest truth, emotion, and purpose imposed upon the world. It's who you are when there's nothing left to hide."