Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground-Chapter 1091 Core

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Atticus's expression, which had been calm and expressionless, shifted, and he instinctively moved back a few feet away from the Aegis Shield.

Atticus knew that no one in Eldoralth should be able to pass through this shield or affect it in any way, but he was both shocked and wary.

'It would explain why he's so casual about everything, but...'

Someone from a higher plane? Atticus didn't know what to expect, and that alone made him raise his entire guard.

In his mind, Ozeroth was already flaring.

'I knew it! Something about the bastard was off. I told you, bond! But you didn't want to listen. It's not too late, we can still take down this shield and teach him a lesson!'

Whisker, who had been observing, noticed all of Atticus's reactions the instant they happened. He stopped speaking, a smile spreading across his face.

"Relax, my star actor. If I wanted to bite, I would've. Long ago, in fact."

Though he said this with ease, Atticus didn't move an inch. His eyes stayed fixed on Whisker, sharp and on guard.

He was from a higher plane... which meant he knew and could do things Atticus wouldn't have ever imagined possible.

And with his unpredictable nature on top of that, he was nothing but dangerous. "Those are just words," Atticus said without a change of expression.

Whisker chuckled. "Come on, man. Not only are you inside a shield I can't pass through, but I'm literally wearing pink pajamas. How much safer can I possibly look?"

"It's not about looks," Atticus replied. "You've been lying this whole time, which means you have a goal. And telling me all this now only points to one thing, you're trying to further your agenda."

Whisker smirked. "Alright, alright, I won't deny that. I am trying to further my agenda." Atticus's gaze narrowed slightly, but before he could respond, Whisker added,

"But it doesn't change the fact that you still need this information."

Atticus paused, gaze sharpening. He couldn't deny that. The fact that he had no clue what was going on was not just dangerous, it was starting to get to him. It was like new things kept popping up every time.

He nodded slowly, and Whisker's smile widened.

"Alright, as I was saying... my brother caused all of this. But back after the core was split into nineteen parts, it disappeared. No matter how long he, or any of us,

searched, we couldn't find it.

Until now."

Now that he'd calmed down, Atticus began to assess and dissect the information. "So your brother... he's after all the cores?"

Whisker nodded. "He's not the only one, but yes, that's right."

"And then what?" Atticus asked.

It was a simple question, but Whisker's smile widened again when he heard it.

"As expected of my star actor. Always hits the nail directly on the head."

He laughed slightly, but Atticus maintained his silence.

"You ask the right questions. I like that," Whisker said. "First, I want you to understand the true purpose of the cores. You see them as nineteen separated parts of one race, right?"

Atticus nodded.

"Well... you're not wrong," Whisker said, "but you're not completely right either."

"I told you, we were sent down here to take over as many worlds as possible. Now I'll tell you how."

Then, Whisker raised his palm. Multiple radiant blue orbs appeared on it, lined horizontally.

"Take these, each as a world. Have you ever wondered what makes a world a world? How its inhabitants thrive, how it constantly spews out resources, how it just keeps... living?" He looked at Atticus. "It's simple. Because of this."

The orbs began to unravel one by one. From within them, a smaller golden orb revealed itself.

"The world's core."

Atticus stared at the golden orb in silence as Whisker continued.

"The world core is intrinsically connected to its inhabitants. It's what gives them their abilities. What makes the world alive.

As long as its natives live, the world lives.

Those nineteen split cores aren't parts of a race. They're parts of the world core."

Whisker's words were like random bombs being dropped from the skies. Each one shaking Atticus more than the last. His expression had long since turned serious. "What will happen... when he gets the world core?" Atticus asked, his voice low. It was a question, but he was already dreading the answer.

Whisker smiled again, once more impressed by the sharpness of the question.

The golden core in his hand drifted to the side, where a small red construct had

formed in the shape of a man.

The moment the core touched the figure, the blue orbs representing the worlds began

to change, each one turning red, one by one.

"He controls the world," Whisker said calmly.

Atticus's eyes widened. "He controls the world? How does that work?"

"He becomes its god," Whisker replied with ease. "The laws, the flow of mana, the rules of life and death, time, space... the will of the world itself. Everything bows to him."

Atticus exhaled heavily. His mind was reeling. There were so many questions, too many. But he forced himself to focus, to prioritize. He needed to understand the whole

picture.

"You were sent here to take control over worlds on this plane," he said slowly. "What's the end goal? You just... take over worlds and rule them? What comes after that?" Whisker's smile widened. "You're probing too deep, my star actor. Shouldn't you focus on what's in front of you first?"

"This is in front of me," Atticus shot back. "It's directly in my face. You and your siblings were sent here from another plane to take over our world. There's another race from your plane that's also trying to do the same thing.

So many people are targeting us. Your plane is a threat.

I need to know the end goal. What are they gaining from taking control of the worlds

on the lower plane?

They can't even come here, if they do, their powers will be restricted, right?"

Whisker burst into laughter, his chuckles echoing off the barrier.

"You keep on surprising me, my star actor!" he said between laughs. Then his eyes gleamed as they locked onto Atticus.

"You already know the answer to that, don't you? You're just trying to confirm it."

Atticus paused. Yes. He had made assumptions, filtered through thousands of thoughts, and drawn conclusions from the scattered information.

He wasn't completely sure, but he had a suspicion.

Whisker tilted his head. "Well then... let's hear it."

There was a second of silence. Then Atticus spoke.

"...Is there a way for the world to cross over to the next plane?"

Whisker smiled so wide, his sharp teeth flashed through the darkness.