Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1502

Chapter 1502: Besties

Atticus’ laughter continued for many moments. The sight of a smoldering Ozeroth, whose face had gone big like a ripe tomato as though it was about to explode, somehow only made him laugh even harder.

At some point, Atticus realized that he wasn’t laughing because of Ozeroth anymore.

The battle with Merek had been a lot. The ascension games since their start had been a lot. Atticus realized this was the only time he’d felt genuinely happy. It was like releasing a heavy weight from his chest.

His joy was infectious. Even the little Noctis perched on top of his head had begun jumping up and down, tongue out, tail wagging while letting out sounds that would melt anyone’s heart.

Ozeroth landed roughly a few meters away from him, still glaring at him.

"Alright, alright. It’s getting old. You should stop now."

Atticus let out a deep breath, shaking his head before finally exhaling.

"Ah, that was good." He glanced at Ozeroth, whose glare would burn a hole through steel.

"Oh, don’t be a big baby. It was you who decided to come late to the battle. Where the hell have you been since?"

Ozeroth appeared even more ridiculous than Whisker, as impossible as that sounded. He wore a golden robe, shirtless, revealing his ripped muscles, with only a golden pair of boxers.

Since the games began, the things Atticus had experienced had left him in a state.

Tattered robes, with unknown bloods mixing into different colors across it. He could be said to have been through hell. Why did it seem like his people were on vacation instead?

"I—"

"Atticus!"

Atticus turned to see a golden streak zipping towards him. He smiled.

"Anora—"

Anorah slammed into him before he could speak, and he found himself knocked off his feet, landing on the ground with a thud.

’Damn.’ A spike of pain shot through him. Though his healing speed was insane, the wounds he’d suffered had just been that grievous.

"I’m glad you’re safe!" Anorah hugged him tight, muttering against his chest. The pain suddenly felt insignificant to him. He smiled, hugging her back.

"Let me guess, you thought I ran?"

Anorah stiffened in his grasp and quickly shook her head. "...never crossed my mind."

"I find that hard to belie—"

A sharp pain suddenly jolted through him.

"W-why did you pinch me?"

Anorah lifted her head up, blinking her golden eyes at him.

’Beautiful.’ He momentarily forgot the pain.

"It never crossed my mind."

Atticus blinked, feeling a sudden surge of déjà vu. He was going to get pinched again unless he relented. He nodded. "Of course. I never doubted you."

"Good!" Anorah smiled brightly and buried her face in his chest.

Atticus was about to relax when a scoff echoed from above.

Ozeroth folded his arms. "Tsk. I leave for a bit and you downgrade from ’monster’ to ’sniffling romantic.’ Impressive fall from grace."

Atticus opened his mouth to retort, but Anorah was already rising to her feet. She stood, fixing her eyes on Ozeroth.

"You must be the great Ozeroth! It’s truly an honor to officially meet you." She stretched out her hand for a handshake.

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