Novel Full Chapter 1606 Pissed
Chapter 1606 Pissed
‘A weird pair.’
‘Very. That girl’s got a few screws loose.’
Atticus paused at the arbiter’s words.
“…Did you just agree with me?”
As though only then realizing what she’d said, she sharply cleared her throat.
“…I said nothing.”
“You literally did.”
“Don’t push your luck.”
Atticus chuckled as her presence retreated from his mind, before forcing himself to refocus. Humor aside, the interaction was still on his mind. A girl with the innate ability to fuse things together, and another who carried a sword will.
‘They’re both true willers.’
From the brother’s words, there was no doubt they had come for the resource wars as well. More than anything else, the brief encounter confirmed the sheer scale of what was about to unfold.
‘I have to be ready for anything.’
With that resolve settling in his mind, Atticus let his gaze drift around the bar. Laughter and loud conversation still filled the space, but his attention fixed on a few very specific points.
“Haha… sorry boys. Looks like old Pounce won again.”
Whisker sat at a large table surrounded by several mean eyed figures, all of them staring at him with hostility as he calmly gathered every life stone on the table into his hands.
“Everyone! Drinks on me tonight!”
“Whoa!”
As the cheers echoed across the bar, Atticus turned away.
“Ark—!”
At another table, Ozerra wore a wide grin as she locked arms with a hefty man in an arm wrestling match. Veins bulged across the man’s forearm as he struggled to keep his hand steady, but Ozerra only laughed, steadily increasing the pressure until she slammed his arm into the table with a loud bang. Cheers and shouts echoed from the crowd around them.
Elsewhere, Ozeroth was engaged in a fight with several thugs, for reasons Atticus didn’t even bother questioning.
He sighed, shaking his head faintly. These were the ones he’d entrusted with gathering information…
Eventually, he returned upstairs to his room, fully intent on training until the competition began.
…
That night, Atticus kept the brother’s warning in mind, and surprisingly, it manifested in the form of multiple assassins.
The others had long since returned and fallen asleep, leaving Atticus as the only one awake.
He dealt with them quietly, efficiently, without even disturbing the rest. From what he uncovered afterward, they were assassins sent to thin the number of participants before the competition officially began.
It was supposedly against the rules to kill other contestants, which only made the need for the secrecy all the more apparent.
The next day, after wasting several minutes waking the others, they left the inn together and headed toward the location where the resource war was to take place.
The crowd moving in that direction was so dense that even without knowing the destination, it would have been impossible to miss.
Eventually, they arrived at a grand, circular structure standing at the very center of the city.
Ignoring the countless eyes drawn toward him as they moved along the inward pathway, Atticus listened as Whisker continued talking at his side.
“I’m telling you, my star actor, yesterday was brutal. Those gods? Absolute nightmare. I tried everything, couldn’t get a thing out of them.”
“Yeah… same here, bond.”
“Ozerra, on the other hand, had a great time.”
Both Whisker and Ozeroth shot Ozerra a sharp glare before turning back toward Atticus with small, innocent smiles.
“…”
None of them had any idea that he’d been at the bar the previous night, watching them enjoy themselves. Atticus frowned, then shook his head and dismissed it. It wasn’t worth the argument.
Instead, he let his attention settle on the surroundings.
‘As expected.’
The number of gods moving toward the location was staggering, each bearing tags that marked their participation. At a glance he could see the diversity among them, some were humanoid and others far from it.
Glances followed him wherever he went, accompanied by hushed whispers of recognition, yet Atticus’ stride remained calm and unshaken. With Ozeroth, Whisker, and Ozerra walking casually at his side, an unspoken sense of danger radiated from their group, and many wisely chose to give them space.
“Ozerra!”
Atticus frowned as a golden, chubby man waddled toward them. It took him several seconds to reach their position, and when he did, he bent over, hands on his knees, panting as though he’d run a marathon.
“Oz—Ozerra! Finally… finally, I found you.”
‘…Ozerra?’
Atticus turned toward Ozerra, whose arms were trembling as she stared at the chubby man with wide eyes.
‘She’s… scared?’
He would have never imagined Ozerra, of all people, being afraid of anything. The sight immediately raised his guard.
“I’m so glad. Now you can—”
Still struggling to catch his breath, the man reached out toward her, only for Ozeroth to step between them, his gaze cold.
“Who are you?”
“Hm?”
The man frowned, studying Ozeroth with profoundly furrowed brows.
“Who’s this clown? Get out of my way. I’m talking to my wife-to-be.”
“…!”
Wife? A girl who wasn’t even up to five feet tall? He glanced toward Ozerra and saw her fists clenched firmly at her sides as she glared at the man.
‘So it’s true?’
Ozeroth didn’t spare her reaction a glance. Instead, the golden light surrounding his body steadily intensified, the air around them growing heavier.
“Get the fuck away from her.”
“You—!”
The man’s chubby face flushed a deep red as fury twisted his expression, but before he could act, a hand held his shoulder and stopped him.
“Prince Adovant. That’s enough.”
A golden man clad fully in a butler’s uniform stepped between them. His build was compact, two blades resting calmly at his waist. His golden hair was swept neatly back, and a well groomed goatee framed his face.
‘He’s strong.’
Atticus straightened instinctively, sensing the weight in the air around the man. His presence was dense and restrained, and his body held in a constant state of tension, as though he could strike at any moment without warning.
Instead, the man bowed lightly.
“My apologies for the prince’s behavior.”
“But—”
“Enough.”