Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 936

Chapter 936 Authority

The Blood Queen Jezeneth… had lost?

The wave of shock that spread throughout the onlookers was immense.

It wasn!t only the grand elders, even the human paragons were shellshocked. To think that goofy man was that strong.

The battle between the human paragons and the grand elders had paused, waves of emotions settling in. Neither party knew just what to do next. They had been battling with the intent to kill earlier, but now the situation had changed.

Both Whisker and Jezeneth were beings capable of changing the dynamics of the battle. Should either of them intervene now, their side would claim victory.

And from the current scene, it wasn't difficult to tell who the victor was.

Only Atticus had a smile on his face as he stared at the scene. At this point, he didn't even know how to feel about the beast anymore. While he had been battling Elderish, he had wanted to teach Whisker a lesson, but now that he had come to help him…

He simply shook his head as he, along with all the others, focused on Whisker.

It was a tremendous feat. Striking down the Blood Queen Jezeneth? It was the kind of achievement that would engrave one's name into the history books.

Yet, as the blue-haired man hovered just above the epicenter of the impact, he appeared so casual and peaceful it seemed as though he was taking a leisurely stroll.

He smiled as he fixed his gaze downward.

The haze began to clear.

There, in the middle of a crater so vast and deep it was akin to a scar carved by the gods themselves, knelt the figure of a woman who radiated a coldness so intense that the air around her seemed frozen.

Streams of blood-like energy pulsed from the impact site, radiating with deadly intensity.

She knelt on one knee. Her once-pristine armor was battered, smeared with blackened blood, and cracks spread across its surface like fractured glass.

Her abyssal black eyes pierced through the distance, locking directly onto Whisker as he hovered in the air.

Her entire body vibrated.

Not with power. No, this was something else. It was from the overwhelming surge of rage coursing through her.

Jezeneth was angry. She was seething.

The humiliation. The embarrassment. This was an event she would never forget for the rest of her life.

A human trash had dared…

Her gaze burned with a rage so intense it was almost visible.

She didn't care to think about how a human could be that strong. She didn't care to wonder how a child was beating the strongest paragons of her race.

That expression…

The casual, carefree expression on Whisker's face. The way he gazed down at her, staring as though she were beneath him.

At this moment, the only thing the Blood Queen Jezeneth cared about was obliterating that expression from existence.

"You—"

Before she could finish, Whisker suddenly cut her off, his smile undisturbed as he tilted his head slightly, as though scrutinizing her.

"Even covered in blood and bruises, you're still hot, Jezy."

The silence that gripped the area was deafening.

So was the shock.

Was this really happening? Did he really just give the Blood Queen Jezeneth a nickname!?

Whisker's smile widened as he shamelessly continued.

"Gotta admit, I've got a thing for women who make my heart race. Look, let's skip the whole blood feud thing and just have some fun. I promise you the world. Heck, as a start, you can call me Pounce," he finished with a wink.

'This beast has a talent for pushing people's buttons,' Ozeroth muttered in Atticus's head.