Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground

Chapter 790  Like That

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Azrakan was seething. He had been so angry that he'd ended up standing from his seat, waiting—just waiting—for that fool to disrespect the Dimensari name one more time.

But Jenera, the Evolari paragon, had interfered, bringing him back to his senses. It was obvious; the madman had been trying to push his buttons, and he had fallen for it. Azrakan returned to his throne, but his cold gaze stayed fixed on Whisker.

Jezenet also remained on her throne, though her bloodlust was still intense. At the same time, she was wary of Whisker. He was a paragon whose specialty was will. And in Eldoralth, most, if not all, abilities depended somehow on willpower.

By his ability to manipulate will—and given the abundance of his own—Whisker had already neutralized two of their paragons.

The Nullite would be powerless, and the Dimensari couldn't impose their laws on him. This left the Vampyros, Obliteri, Evolari, and Regenerari races.

But even among them, only the Obliteri and Evolari could claim to be unaffected by his will. But this still has its limits.

Compared to the lower and mid races, the superior races couldn't be said to be physically stronger; in fact, their auras were practically the same. A paragon was a paragon. But it was their racial traits and abilities that created that divide in strength.

And now, one man had just made that advantage completely obsolete.

It was unbelievable.

This was why they hadn't attacked him directly. He was dangerous.

Jenera didn't flinch or react to Whisker's flirtation. She was a woman who constantly evolved. To her, the concept of beauty was abstract at best. True beauty, in her eyes, lay in evolution.

"What do you want?" she asked, her expression unchanged. This was the question on everyone's mind. Why had he come here?

Whisker smiled. "I didn't get your name, beautiful."

"…"

A brief silence enveloped the hall as everyone turned toward Jenera, who stared down at Whisker. There was no doubt; he was an expert at pushing people's buttons.

"I am Jenera Flux," she replied after a few seconds.

"Hm, Jenera—a beautiful name for a beautiful woman… Well, Jenera, I came here to get my star actor."

"Star actor?" Azrakan asked, baffled. The others in the hall shared his confusion.

Whisker nodded smugly. "Yes, yes, my star actor. He beat the crap outta your sorry excuses for an apex and won the Nexus."

The gazes of Youn and Azrakan darkened. Sorry excuse?

"Nonsense! He's refusing to perform his duties as part of this alliance, and we're simply enforcing that. Are you interfering in alliance matters?" Azrakan demanded. Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Youn remained silent. He was seemingly trying to avoid any interaction with Whisker. But the same couldn't be said for Azrakan.

Many of the superior race paragons couldn't help but shoot him a glance. The nerve. He had been the one to push for Atticus to sign a mana contract, but now he was trying to get everyone else to join him in his demands.

"Hmm, let me ask you a question," Whisker said, tossing the apple core aside and rubbing his hands together.

"Your apex and your apex," he pointed at Azrakan and Youn, "trained with the resources of your 'superior' races, right? You nurtured them, correct?"

"And yet, my star actor still defeated them… Your resources don't sound so special to me."

With a wave of his hand, another apple appeared, and Whisker took a casual bite.

At this point, Azrakan's gaze had darkened completely. He, along with the other paragons, was stunned.

The fact that Whisker had made this point meant he had been watching everything long before he revealed himself.

Azrakan gritted his teeth. "He had certain favorable conditions."

"Pfft, you sound like a sore loser!"

"You ba—"

"I agree with the human paragon," Jenera suddenly interrupted before Azrakan could explode. Not only Azrakan but also the Vampyros paragon turned to Jenera in surprise.

"What are you saying? His talents would be best cultivated under a superior race," Jezenet said coldly.

But Jenera remained unfazed.

"I should ask you the same question. His talents were cultivated in the human domain so far, and yet he defeated two superior race apexes." She turned towards Azrakan,

"Either they're doing something right, or would you claim his talent is simply that much greater than your apex?"

"You!" Azrakan growled, unable to admit that Atticus might be more talented than Carius. Until now, he had downplayed Carius's loss by claiming that Atticus had had favorable conditions, but admitting Atticus's superiority here would be irreversible.

He gritted his teeth but said nothing.

"I also agree with the humans."

For the first time since the meeting began, the Regenerari paragon finally spoke, turning to Azrakan.

"Look, it's clear the humans have no intention of agreeing to this request. At this point, it can only end in a battle. That's a waste of time, resources, and energy. I say we resolve this with a vote."

"What a really smart man, unlike some…" Whisker remarked, earning a glare from Azrakan.

"I agree," Jenera nodded in agreement.

"Fine," Jezenet added, and soon enough, everyone else agreed as well.

"Raise your hands if you think the human apex should be trained by the humans."

Jenera and the Regenerari paragon both raised their hands, and a smile couldn't help but appear on Azrakan's face.

But then, surprisingly, the Obliteri paragon, who had remained silent until now, raised her hand.

Azrakan frowned.

"Raise your hands if you think otherwise."

Azrakan and Jezenet raised their hands immediately, but that was all.

"Youn?" Azrakan called out, but received no response. In fact, Youn didn't even turn to acknowledge him.

Azrakan gritted his teeth. "You're all making a big mistake."

Whisker burst into laughter. "Pfttt! See what I mean? Sore loser! Hahaha!"

Whisker's laughter echoed in the hall for several moments as though he was having the time of his life.

"Anyway, it's been fun, guys. I guess I'll see you later, then. Byeeee~"

In the next instant, Whisker's will erupted, enveloping the entire group. An intense rune shimmered to life beneath them before igniting in a blinding light, swallowing them whole.

And then, they vanished from the hall, leaving the stunned crowd behind.

Had he really just left like that?