Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1320

Chapter 1320: Time

“Fight?” Atticus feigned surprise. “Fight who? Did anyone do anything to you? Just tell me the name…”

“No, no, baby. No one touched me.” Anastasia grabbed his arms and looked into his eyes.

“I’m tired of sitting on the sidelines and hoping that you, your father, and grandpa will be alright. I’m tired of being the one left out. Let me join in.”

Atticus’ eyes darkened. “But Mom, your talent…”

“You’re a god. I’m sure there’s something you can do about that.”

Anastasia was still at Master+ rank. When the mana density increased, she hadn’t been affected much. Her talent was never meant to go beyond that level. But as a god… Atticus could most likely change that.

The only question was, should he?

He looked at his mother. Doing this would put her in harm’s way. Avalon and Magnus could at least handle themselves. But Anastasia… she was different.

Atticus sighed. ‘I don’t have a choice.’

She had that same look she always had when she forced him to attend banquets. She’d already made up her mind. And honestly, he had no right to stop her.

“Okay, Mom.”

He felt her clutch him tighter. She was clearly happy.

“When do you want to do—”

“Right now.”

Atticus didn’t get the chance to respond. She dragged him into the mansion and to her room.

Luckily, no one else was home, just her and Noctis. Atticus realized that probably played a part in her decision.

She hardly saw her family anymore. He was always training. So were Avalon, Magnus, and the others. The only quiet time she ever had was during the rare family meals.

Anastasia sat expectantly on her bed, a small smile on her face.

“Mom, are you sure about this?” Atticus asked.

“I am, baby.”

Anastasia might not have been a god, but she could see the worry in his face. She smiled. “You’re worried?”

“Yes, Mom,” Atticus said plainly. He decided to be direct. “We’ve just ascended to the middle planes. I don’t even know how many enemies we’re up against. I don’t like the thought of you being out there.”

“Me too.”

Atticus wasn’t caught off guard. He knew what she was trying to say and he knew she would take this approach.

“You fighting out there makes me more worried than you can imagine. It’s worse when I sit here, hoping you’ll come back alive. It’s not just you, baby. I’m worried too. And being of any use to you will help me cope with it.”

Atticus’ expression had already hardened.

“But—”

“I know. I could die.” Anastasia cut in. “There’s nothing I can say about that except, just make me so overpowered I don’t die. You’ll do that for your mom, right?”

Atticus tried not to smile. It was dangerous territory, after all.

He had layered defensive runes all around this hill, enough to trouble even gods. But if she wasn’t here…

Regardless, her warm smile and determined gaze broke through his resistance.

Atticus finally nodded and stepped forward. “This might hurt.”

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