Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1163

Whisker's smile faded slightly. Varnok continued.

"Your betrayal, I don't understand it. Your presence here, I don't understand that either. I gave you a chance to serve me, despite my reservations. I believed you were intelligent enough to recognize your superior. I am better than you. More talented. I'm the only chance you have of ever standing in the same presence as the King. And you threw all that away."

"And now, here you are… standing in a space where I could end your life with a thought. I showed you mercy before. What makes you think I'll offer it again after this betrayal?"

Varnok paused.

And then… the world stopped.

The rustling leaves. The bustling cities. The very air. Frozen. Even distant waterfalls hung in space like unmoving glass.

In this entire world, only one person had been granted motion, Whisker.

Varnok's voice returned, cold, absolute.

"You should explain yourself. Make your case. If you fail to convince me… I will kill you."

Whisker felt a pressure that could only be described as the weight of the world. His body resisted movement. Even the air he breathed felt like a privilege granted at Varnok's whim.

This… was the power of a god.

Absolute control over time, space, terrain, environment, everything.

But in the face of such overwhelming authority, Whisker only chuckled.

"As a 'god,' aren't you supposed to be all-knowing?"

He tilted his head.

"Why ask me stupid questions?"

A silence fell over the Zorvan world.

Varnok gazed at Whisker's smiling figure with an unreadable intensity.

"…Hmm. Looks like I misjudged your intelligence."

"My IQ is bigger than your world," Whisker said, grin widening. "Try again, Blue."

Varnok ignored the jab.

"You're clearly not here to beg. So why are you here? To die?"

He still sounded genuinely confused.

Whisker shrugged.

"What makes you think I'm here for anything other than to kick your ass?"

There was a pause.

Then, Varnok chuckled, and the Zorvan world quaked. Mountains trembled. Skies dimmed.

"I possess two cores of Eldoralth," Varnok said. "You can't have become its god. So what's giving you this much confidence?"

His eyes narrowed slightly, thoughtful.

"…It's that boy, isn't it? Atticus."

Whisker's gaze flickered at the name, just for a second. Varnok caught it.

"No," he said, voice low. "You can't be that delusional, brother. We may not share the same mother, yours being a lesser slut, but we still share the same blood. I refuse to believe you're that stupid."

Whisker didn't answer.

Varnok continued.

"I can still feel the twins' will. They're still in Eldoralth. And you're here. Which means… you left the child to face them?"

He could only shake his head.

But Whisker, who had remained silent all this time, suddenly grinned wide, then laughed.

"You're the stupid one if you think those clowns stand even the slightest chance."

"Delusions," Varnok said, eyes flashing. "That's what killed your lesser mother."

Whisker's expression shifted in an instant, his smile vanished. His killing intent surged and flooded the world like a crashing tide.

But Varnok only smiled.

"And it's exactly what will kill you too."

A single thought, that was all it took.

And the world came crashing down on Whisker from all sides.

But Whisker didn't falter. His cold expression twisted into a smirk.

He locked eyes with Varnok and said quietly;

"I will kill you."

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