Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1503

Chapter 1503: Persuasive

"She’s right," Magnus suddenly spoke from behind.

"You agree with her, Grandpa?"

"Yes," Magnus said. "This is how men communicate with each other."

"They could just hug," Atticus said.

Magnus shook his head. "Too womanly."

"Ahem."

They both turned toward Anorah, whose arms were on her waist. "Too womanly?"

Magnus blinked, while Atticus took a step back on sheer instinct.

’Just in case.’

"...sorry," Magnus said, but Anorah shook her head. "It’s fine, Grandpa Magnus. It’s my man I blame." She glared at Atticus. "Can’t even defend your woman."

"He wasn’t even talking about you..."

"What did you say?" She took a step closer.

Atticus instinctively leaned toward Magnus.

"Nothing..."

"I thought so."

Anorah’s eyes suddenly snapped to Noctis perched on his head, and they lit up.

"Noctis! Hey, cutie. I wanted to greet you earlier, but it wasn’t the right time. Come here, sweetheart."

She stretched out her hands, but Noctis quickly backed away, clutching Atticus’ hair like his life depended on it.

"Huh? Are you scared of me, cutie? I won’t bite, I promise."

But Noctis’ grip only tightened. Atticus couldn’t blame him.

’She scares me too.’

The little guy had seen everything. Atticus couldn’t blame him for being cautious.

Atticus suddenly felt a burning stare drilling into the side of his face. He turned to find Anorah silently glaring at him.

He sighed.

"Noctis... go to her," he said.

"Kuu!" Noctis shook his head furiously.

Atticus gently picked him up. The little guy stared at him with pleading eyes.

’Listen... I’ll be the one who suffers if you don’t. Do it for dada, okay? I’ll give you lots of treats later. Promise.’

Noctis shook his head again, but Atticus just smiled awkwardly at Anorah.

"He’s just shy, that’s all. Here."

"Kuu!" Noctis shot him a look of pure betrayal as Atticus handed him over, but Atticus pretended not to see it.

"Oh wow, your fur is so soft. You’re adorable," Anorah said warmly.

Even as she played with him, Noctis kept casting Atticus wounded, betrayed looks.

But Atticus wisely chose not to intervene.

As he watched the scene before him, Anorah gently playing with the droopy Noctis, and Whisker and Ozeroth practically nose to nose, jabbing fingers and hurling insults, Atticus found himself smiling.

They were his family.

"What now?" Magnus asked quietly beside him.

Atticus was silent for a moment, taking in the chaotic, comforting sight.

"We do everything we can to survive," he finally said, "while aiming for the top."

...

After their brief reunion, Atticus realized it was time to move when the surviving resistance members finally found them. Though he wasn’t particularly close to them, he was genuinely relieved to see that Lazio had somehow survived the battle.

Atticus, along with Anorah, Whisker, Ozeroth, and many others, spent the next moments roaming the region, hunting down every fleeing Redflame viscount and champion they could track.

Every single one of them was killed without mercy, adding to the mountain Atticus already had.

Afterwards, they retreated to one of the territories under Atticus’ control, where a blazing bonfire burned at the center of the city. The surviving members gathered around it in heavy silence.

Heavy drinks were passed around, and as the night deepened, the once brooding atmosphere shifted into a full blown party.

Resistance members roared at the top of their lungs. The groups split naturally, some listening to dramatic retellings of their bravery, others cracking jokes about the dying Redflames, and many simply staring into the fire or the dark sky with lost, empty gazes.

Atticus found himself standing at the top of a building, overlooking everything. Yet his eyes were fixed on a particular scene unfolding below.

Ozeroth stood in the middle of the field, silently staring at the petite princess who stared back at him with an even fiercer gaze.

It looked like the two were seconds away from tearing into each other.

A short distance away, Whisker had plopped himself onto a chair, lazily popping balls of popcorn into his mouth while watching the pair with sparkling eyes.

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