Chapter 1371: Rough Night?
The group reached the end of the hallway and wandered onto a balcony. The bright glow of the sun shining down told Atticus it was morning.
‘I slept through the night.’ He realized.
As his eyes settled under the bright lights, he was met with a grand sight. A bustling city stretched endlessly before him, blotting up the horizon. People wandered through paved roads, others through flying cars.
Through the balcony Atticus was able to see the magnitude of the building he currently was in. It was as though he stood at the top of a mountain, such was its height.
In the middle of the city, was a tall and imposing statue of a woman Atticus knew all too well.
‘The Saint.’
It was a beautiful sight, but Atticus took it all in without any change in expression.
“This is the resistance,” Lazio suddenly said, but coughed when he got no reaction from Atticus.
“My companion asked before, but I’m going to ask again. What exactly are you resisting? You’re free to do whatever you want in your respective worlds. You’re also a god, aren’t you?”
Atticus had felt it the first day he met Lazio. He wasn’t just any god, he was a god with a true will.
“The major factions are an oppressive force. You think everything is equal, but it is far from it. Until you face the injustice, you won’t understand.”
Atticus wanted to laugh. He’d been facing the injustice since he arrived in the middle planes, but here he was, dealing with his shit, rather than create a whole resistance just to fight it.
“Not everyone is as privileged as you.” Lazio sent a glance at the mark on the back of his arm.
‘He knows.’ Atticus realized. Had that woman spilled the beans to everyone? Atticus suddenly took on a more cautious demeanor. Kancilot noticed the shift instantly, and acted accordingly.
‘Privileged huh.’ He finally understood what Lazio meant. Though he had the power and potential to do something, not everyone had such luxury.
“The major factions control everything,” Lazio began. “From resources, to the ascension games. They leave nothing to new gods trying to ascend. If we don’t join their forces, we get nothing. The injustice is real.”
“And this is why you banded together? To fight that…”
“Yes. We have each other’s backs here and fight together against the enemy.” Lazio nodded. “This is why I wanted to recruit you. As a true willer, the Saint has given me the authority to form my team.”
“Your team… you realize I also have a true will.”
“I do. But don’t worry, I don’t require you to abolish your path. I just need strong people to have my back, especially during the ascension games.”
“I see.”
“The Red Flames have painted a target on your back. They’re going to come after you during the ascension games. You need all the help you can get.”
Lazio’s eyes blazed as he stared at Atticus.
“So what do you say, Baron Atticus. Will you join the path of the righteous?”
There was a moment of utter silence, where Atticus simply took in the beautiful view. His answer soon came.
“No.”
…
Atticus made his way back to his room. After he refused Lazio’s offer, the man had politely excused himself, after claiming that he wouldn’t give up recruiting him.
“Can I ask a question, your eminence.”
Atticus sent a glance over at Kancilot trailing behind him. “You can call me Atticus when we’re alone.”
To be honest, he would rather have him called Atticus even in public. But he was trying to avoid receiving the hours-long lesson about why establishing strict boundaries was important from Oberon.
“You don’t understand?”
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