Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1170

Whisker had known he was being used by Varnok. He had played along, because it had seemed like the only path toward his revenge.

But that was before he met his star actor, Atticus.

Now, this fool wasn't his best path anymore. That child was.

And it was that child who would bring about Varnok's downfall.

Shakily, Whisker rose from the golden floor and looked his brother dead in the eye.

"My revenge is everything. I would never abandon it."

"Then why—"

"But," Whisker cut in with a grin, "who said I was giving it up? I'm simply walking the best path to accomplish my goal."

Varnok's gaze sharpened. "What are you—"

But then he stopped. He couldn't finish his sentence.

Varnok froze, tilted his head, and narrowed his eyes.

'What is that…?'

His World's Will, it was plummeting.

Before he could speak, Whisker let out a relieved sigh. "Ah… finally."

Varnok snapped his gaze toward him. "What are you talking about?"

"You feel it, don't you?" Whisker said, grinning. "You're losing your World's Will."

Varnok's eyes widened. "Don't tell me—!"

"Yep!" Whisker grinned like a lunatic. "You can thank my star actor for that."

"That's impossible! The twins lost!?" Varnok's voice shook with disbelief. "Even I would struggle to take them both down at once, and that boy's not even a god! How the hell did he—"

"The portal," Whisker said simply.

Varnok went still. "The portal…?"

The glow around his body was dimming, fast.

He had created the portal himself, linked it as a bridge between Eldoralth and the Zorvan world. Designed it to bypass the Aegis Shield. Which meant…

Atticus could use it.

Atticus… could enter the Zorvan world.

'He killed everyone?'

Varnok's eyes trembled.

Wasn't Atticus just nineteen? Didn't he love his family?

He had killed billions just to win? He had unleashed a genocide…

'I underestimated him.'

Varnok clenched his fists. The glow dimmed further. Then came the sound of footsteps.

He raised his head.

Whisker was walking toward him, cracking his knuckles, grinning like a man about to finally finish something he'd waited centuries for.

"Well, big brother," Whisker said. "Where did we stop?"

His voice dropped, turning cold.

"Oh right…"

"Are you ready to die?"

…

A flash of light ignited in the sky, and from it, a figure cloaked in blue materialized, hovering above, staring down at a boy blazing in red.

"Heyya!"

Atticus raised his eyes toward the sky. "I assume it was successful?"

Whisker grinned, then gave a solemn nod. He descended, landing softly beside Atticus. His gaze followed Atticus's, down to the ground below. The carnage.

"How do you feel?"

His voice had turned serious.

Atticus was silent for a few seconds, then finally answered.

"Normal. I don't feel anything."