Oberon's rundown was straightforward.
After the incident with the worlds' leaders, Oberon had intensified their watch on each world. More Eldorians were stationed in each region, mandated to report their activities daily. Oberon had even gone further, building a military barracks just below Atticus' hill, consisting of multiple paragons and grandmasters whose sole purpose was to guard the hill from enemy attacks.
Atticus' imdiate hunt had resulted in the deaths of every traitor, even Nathan's assistant, who they later learned had been the reason for the event in the first place. Nathan had taken full responsibility and even begged to be punished, but after reading his mind and confirming his innocence, Atticus only confiscated every earning he made and barred him from organizing anything similar unless he permitted it personally.
After that, it beca political talks. New council heads across Novareth, families rising throughout the cities, rising stars, and more importantly, the start of a new academy consisting of youths from all races of Novareth.
"Academy? Like the human domain's?"
"Yes and no, supre ruler," Oberon replied. "It is an academy, but we won't be copying the human domain's style. It'll be more competitive, with more incentives to encourage youths to grow stronger."
"I see."
A smile found its way to Atticus' face. He could rember his ti at the academy. Short, but morable.
'A lot has actually happened, huh.'
Only about five years ago, yet look where they stood now, a unified front, and an Eldoralth greater than anyone ever imagined.
'We'll keep going higher and higher.'
Keep progressing until talk of the middle planes brought wistful mories.
"What about training?"
"Ah… I believe Master Von would best explain that aspect."
"Von… Whisker?"
"Yes. The master prefers we call him Von."
"Of course." Atticus shook his head. "So no issues?"
"None, supre ruler."
"Alright then. Get ready for tomorrow."
Oberon swallowed but nodded. "Yes."
Giving a nod at the glaring Jenera, Atticus vanished from the office and reappeared inside a large room.
"Can you believe it, my star actor? I've been watching this for weeks, and I still can't wrap my head around it."
Atticus looked at Whisker, seated before a massive screen. But unlike the lively Whisker he knew, he had a look of pure disbelief on his face.
"As a matter of fact, I believed in him."
"Pure lies!" Whisker turned to him. "You were just as sure as I was. We both didn't think this was possible!"
Atticus sat beside the stunned Whisker.
"Yet, here we are."
"Here we fucking are…" Whisker shook his head. "I still don't believe this is natural. You must have done sothing! You're a god, you could've manipulated their minds!"
"You know I wouldn't do that…"
"But—"
"Whisker." Atticus sighed. "The earlier you accept this, the better. Besides, why were you so sure it couldn't happen? Maybe he was just finding his… rhythm."
Whisker stared. Atticus coughed.
"In any case, it happened. Best we can do is accept it."
"Damn…" Whisker slumped. Not even popcorn could make this bearable. This wasn't entertainnt — it was an impossibility.
Two cups and a bottle materialized. Whisker poured and handed one to Atticus.
"Well, I guess you're right. He finally did it."
As they drowned their cups, they fixed their eyes on the screen.
There, the live footage of Ozeroth playing around with multiple Amazonian won played out.
Over the past six months, using a thod unknown to both Whisker and Atticus, Ozeroth had finally achieved his dream. He'd finally ford a harem.
"King Ozeroth, you're giving Nika more attention!"
"When he gave you attention yesterday, you didn't complain."
"That's different!"
"It doesn't matter. Today is my day!"
As two won subtly fought for dominance, others stroked his goatee.
"Hahaha! Who's your king?!"
"You are, Lord Ozeroth!"
"Yes… yes… co… hmm—"
Atticus and Whisker traded a deadpan look.
"Maybe…"
"Yep. We're done." Whisker waved his arm and the screen vanished.
There was a mont of awkward silence where neither knew what to say.
"So, how are yo—"
"Have you decided your representatives?"
Atticus sighed in relief. Finally, sothing to make them forget what they just witnessed.
"Not yet."
"Can't decide who to choose?"
"That's why I'm here. Tell about the Eldorians' training. Who has progressed to an acceptable level?"
"You want the truth?"
Atticus nodded.
"None of them are at a level I'd consider acceptable for middle plane standards. But so might survive, if they don't et truly powerful opponents."
"Who are the 'so'?"
"Hmm… your grandfather. Magnus resonates most with your will. Forged staged in thickness, field in vastness. Still at control mastery stage though. He's ahead. Oberon's second, forged, field, control, but weaker. Then that berserk Aric. Then Avalon. The rest are improving, but not competition worthy yet. Since you only need five, it should be fine."
"Can you participate?"
Whisker t his gaze and shook his head.
Whisker t his gaze and shook his head.
"Too risky."
"Why?"
"The Verge Gas will be watched by everyone in Span and Crown. My idiot father probably won't bother with sothing this 'mundane,' but one of my siblings definitely will. If we want to catch him off guard, my presence has to stay hidden as long as possible."
"Is there even a point? If the Nature King is as powerful as you say, he probably already knows you're here with ."
"Maybe… but my siblings are all crazy—"
"I know."
Whisker glared at him. "Don't interrupt . As I was saying, if any of them spot , they'll co straight for us just for the fun of it. And trust , there are a lot of them. We'd have an army between us and my father before we even get close."
Atticus didn't like the idea of not utilizing one of his strongest forces. Even now, he still had no idea how strong Whisker truly was. Activating his power in the middle plane would alert the Nature King.
'I guess he's right.'
From Whisker's explanation, his siblings were nurous. Having an army of blue hair, red eyed freaks co after them was bad in its entirety.
But… he couldn't help but feel worried.
"How many Verge Gas have you watched?"
"I watch all of them," Whisker said proudly.
"Weren't you stuck in the lower plane?"
"Oh my star actor, the Verge Gas are the greatest sensation in existence. They're universe-wide!"
'So even lower plane worlds watch it…'
"Then what do you think about the Eldorians surviving?"
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