Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1515

Chapter 1515: Missing Case

Atticus cleared his throat and slowly stood.

"What do you want, Whisker."

"This is more important. Also, this is not the time to be embarrassed, my star actor! This single thing is what turns many men into best friends. Good old Pounce could give you a few pointers on how to satisf—"

"Ahem. I’m good."

Atticus shot Anorah an apologetic look before turning back to Whisker.

"Did something happen?"

Whisker sighed dramatically.

"Yeah yeah. Your people are protesting."

Atticus frowned, wondering if he’d heard correctly, but Whisker chuckled.

"Come see for yourself."

Moments later, Atticus appeared above the center of the territory. It was an enormous square, with a massive golden statue of him towering proudly at the middle.

The square was usually bustling, filled with citizens coming to pay respects to their lord or simply take pictures and sightsee.

But Atticus saw none of that now.

Instead, a massive crowd, hundreds of thousands strong, had gathered across the square, roaring at the top of their lungs, holding signs and chanting in unison.

"The lord must answer for his crimes!"

"Say no to the tyranny!"

"Protect our children! Protect our future!"

’What the hell.’

"See?" Whisker sighed. "Protesting."

"What is going on?" Atticus asked sharply.

"Hell if I know," Whisker shrugged. "But I suspect it has something to do with the rumor floating around."

"Rumor? What rumor?"

"Just words that drifted into my ears during my wandering. That reminds me, our people on Eldoralth could really learn from these folks. Damn, have you tasted their booze? The bars here are so—"

"The rumor, Whisker." Atticus gave him a look.

Whisker blinked. "Ah yes, don’t mind me. The rumor. Apparently, some of these people think you have an uncanny taste for... children. They think you kidnap, torture, then eat them."

Atticus simply stared, stunned. Whisker lifted his hands.

"Don’t look at me. Even I think that’s insane. Of all the things to believe..."

Atticus turned back to the roaring crowd. Now the chants, and the words on their signs, finally made sense. But he still couldn’t wrap his head around it.

They thought he was some kind of child eater?

How?

"There has to be some kind of basis for a rumor this serious to take root," Anorah said quietly, then turned to Whisker.

"Have there been any cases of missing children recently?"

"Hmm... now that you mention it," Whisker said, expression shifting. "There’s been some talk. Around a hundred or so kids suddenly went missing."

Atticus had never felt like tearing someone apart more than he did in that moment.

"And you didn’t think to tell me?"

"Relax, my star actor." Whisker waved him off. "They’re not real, remember. And with how fast these people switch from hating you to worshipping you, I wouldn’t put it past them to be a bit dead in the head."

"Now that it’s reached this point," Anorah said, "there’s no point trying to point fingers. We should focus on solving the situation."

Atticus sighed, forcing himself to calm down. She was right. The best thing to do now was to move forward.

He didn’t like this situation one bit. Everything had been perfectly fine just the day before. And in less than a day, a crowd this size had been convinced to turn on him. If this was allowed to continue, their numbers would only grow... exponentially.

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