Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1374

Chapter 1374: Blink

The sound of parting air. Atticus and the saint snapped their head to the side to see a figure approaching in a streak of light.

Atticus cursed at not being able to get his answer. The saint was already on her feet, eyes narrowed. And Atticus also stood, and waited for the approaching figure.

A man landed just meters away from them, sinking down to one knee in front of the saint.

"One..." the saint muttered, almost confused.

It’s that man. Atticus focused on the man. It was the same man that had accompanied the saint to the Gilded Debt, that had come to warn her in the basement.

"There’s trouble," the man, One, simply said.

Atticus didn’t miss the sudden drop in temperature. The saint turned toward him, the coldness in her eyes surprising him.

"I’m afraid we’ll have to call it a night. Duty calls," she said, walking towards One. She turned to look at him as she got close. "So, what did you decide?"

Atticus knew what she was talking about. Would he ally himself with the resistance or not.

’I need to be able to keep my emotions in check.’ His coldness and level-headedness had always been one of Atticus’ greatest qualities in battle.

It enabled him to think, to plot, and to see and exploit weaknesses where others couldn’t. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

To have that taken from him was like cutting off a limb, except the former was more painful. Nothing had ever hurt Atticus more than emotions.

He finally came to a decision and nodded. "No commitments. No forced orders."

The saint nodded.

"Then I accept."

A smile appeared on the saint’s face, and she turned. The air around her and One began to distort, and in that moment, she gave Atticus the answer he wanted.

"I’m Anorah," she said, turning towards him with a smile. "But my people call me the Violet Saint."

Atticus smiled. And as the duo vanished, he could have sworn he felt One glare at him.

"Anorah, huh," Atticus murmured. It sounded... good.

Atticus felt refreshed. The meeting today had truly not been what he had been expecting. He had expected tension, possibly even a death match between them.

She was another fragment bearer, after all. The last thing he’d been expecting was... this.

Anorah was open, direct, and even fun. Atticus noticed traits like fierceness and coldness, but it was expected. After all, she was a leader.

Tonight, amongst the endless enemies he’d been making since arriving to the middle planes, Atticus had finally made a friend.

By the time he stopped pondering, he finally realized his current situation. He was in a wasteland, having no idea where the city was.

’Have I been abandoned?’ Atticus almost chuckled. ’She did this intentionally.’

As though he thought aloud, a sudden force acted on him. Atticus laughed, but didn’t fight it. The next moment he vanished from the wasteland and appeared in his room.

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