Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1074

Chapter 1074 Plea

As Atticus reached the burial grounds of the Ravenstein estate, he spotted a broad figure standing at the entrance.

Nate Ravenstein.

Nate stood like a statue, his gaze fixed on the burial entrance, lost and distant. Even when Atticus moved to stand beside him, he didn't react.

He only stared, as if nothing else in the world mattered anymore.

Atticus didn't speak. The only sounds were the soft whisper of the breeze and the dry rustle of fallen leaves scraping against the stone.

After several seconds, Nate sighed heavily.

"Atticus."

Atticus's eyes remained forward. "Yeah?"

"Was there… was there nothing you could've done to save him?" Nate asked with a cracking voice.

"No."

Nate's lips pressed into a line. "It's just that… you're the most incredible person I know. If anyone could've stopped him, I can't help but believe it would've been you."

"If I knew what he was going to do," Atticus said, voice glacier, "I would've killed him."

Silence followed, and the gentle wind turned sharp, cold.

There was no doubt, Atticus meant every word he had just said.

Nate let out a laugh, sounding quiet and broken, the kind that carried both amusement and sorrow.

"That's just like you. Cold and ruthless to the bone. You couldn't even lie to a grieving brother."

Atticus didn't respond. He simply stood there silently.

After a moment, Nate exhaled softly and said,

"You know, when I first met Lucas, my first impression of him was that he was a scrawny-looking kid who had no business being in the Ravenstein family, let alone surviving in our world."

He chuckled faintly. "I didn't like him. Honestly, I was thinking, is this guy really a Ravenstein? I made my thoughts very clear too. And do you know what he did?"

Nate laughed again. "He challenged me to a fight. It was the most absurd thing… this little runt with barely any muscle, standing there like he had something to prove."

"I fought him. And I lost."

This time, his laugh was louder, more genuine. He still felt disbelief even until now.

"I wanted to be the greatest warrior in the Ravenstein family, you know? And I lost to that scrawny kid. I was so embarrassed, I wouldn't leave my room for days. My parents tried everything, but they couldn't get me out."

His smile grew. "Eventually, he was the one who came. I ignored him at first… but then he challenged me again. And I couldn't refuse."

"I still lost."

Nate shook his head, laughing again. "We fought countless times. And every single time, after knocking me down, he'd always try to get me up with a smile. I refused, every time. Kept challenging him, kept pushing back, thinking I just needed to get stronger."

He paused. "But eventually, after yet another loss, Lucas looked at me and said, 'In this world, when you observe only yourself, you'll end up failing.'"

Nate's voice went low. "It was like enlightenment. Something just… clicked."

"We fought again. And I won." He smiled. "I was so thrilled, so damn happy I forgot everything I used to think about him. From that moment on, we bonded. Became close enough to be called brothers."

Then, Nate clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles whitening.