Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1231

Chapter 1231: Truth

(AN: Before starting this Chapter, I want y’all to go to yesterday’s Chapter and re-read. I added a new scene for those who missed it.)

Atticus appeared in front of the main building on the hilltop.

His lips instantly curled into a smile. ’Looks like it worked.’

He could see and feel the shift in Aurora’s mind. When she had lost to Ember and noticed him inside the hall, he had immediately sensed her shame. Her anger. And he’d read her like a book.

He knew exactly what was going through her head. That was why he had told her everything, to make sure her emotions didn’t weigh her down, and to give her a new goal to keep pushing toward.

’She has the potential,’ Atticus thought. ’I’ll have to do something about her temper later.’

Aurora was all action and far too little patience. It was a dangerous flaw, especially when going up against stronger opponents. And in the future Atticus envisioned, only stronger foes lay ahead.

As he approached the door to the main house, he took in a deep breath. ’Here goes.’

Then he stepped inside, walking calmly toward the living room where he saw Anastasia reading a book to Noctis, who lay peacefully on her lap.

The little guy’s eyes were half closed, his expression calm and content as Anastasia read on.

Though he looked like he was about to doze off, his fluffy ears were perked and alert, he was clearly listening attentively.

He was enjoying himself.

As Atticus’ steps echoed through the hall, Noctis’ eyes flicked toward him. In the next second, the little beast bolted upright, eyes locking on to Atticus.

"Kuu!" he beamed, before shooting forward and drenching Atticus’ face with slobber.

"Alright, alright."

Atticus laughed, pulling Noctis away gently. He ruffled his furry white head, earning a satisfied purr as Noctis nuzzled against him again.

"He really loves you," Anastasia said.

Atticus turned to her with a smile. "I can say the same to you, mom," he said, nodding toward the book in her hand. "I’ve never seen him act like this with anyone else."

Anastasia smiled warmly and her gaze softened as she watched Noctis snuggle against Atticus. "He reminds me of you."

Atticus gave her a strange look, and Anastasia chuckled.

"Obviously not in appearance," she added. "But you were the same way as a child. Always curious. Always trying to help out, even when you barely understood what was going on."

"Was I really like that?"

"You were," Anastasia said, nodding. "A very strange child. Even your grandparents thought so."

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Luckily, his maternal grandparents were still alive despite the devastation. He had seen them a few times since the destruction.

"They’re fine. Trying to rebuild and claw their way back to their former influence."

"I don’t mean to brag, but I’m a god. They don’t want help?"

Anastasia shook her head. "They’re too stubborn to ask their grandchild for help. They’d rather suffer and fail than do that. But they’ll be fine, they enjoy the thrill of it."

Atticus wasn’t surprised. His family was full to the brim with prideful people.

He nodded and gestured to a seat. Soon, they were both seated. Anastasia’s eyes stayed on him, worried. "Is something wrong?" she asked.

Atticus didn’t respond right away. He gently stroked Noctis, who had curled up in his lap, as he searched for the right words.

’I should be direct,’ he thought, turning to face her.