Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1088

Chapter 1088 A Bird

Humanity's youngest Apex. Its sharpest blade.

And with that title came the curse, an endless parade of the Tiered and social climbers, all eager to tie their fates to his.

An army of ambition wrapped in silk and smiles.

They approached with grins, sparkling eyes, and an energy that screamed: "Notice me."

One had a rare vintage bottle tucked under his arm.

Another was already preparing his opening line with a smile so wide it could cut stone.

All dressed to impress, all hoping to be remembered.

Atticus took another long sip of his wine.

"Maybe I should destroy the nodes and start the war now."

Intrusive thoughts were a dangerous thing.

And unfortunately, that was the only one occupying Atticus's mind in that moment.

He would've preferred a battlefield.

Eventually, after many strategic retreats, polite nods, and well-timed escapes, Atticus had endured long enough to show that he celebrated his father.

He had smiled. He had nodded. He had even listened.

Barely.

And when he was certain no one was looking, he sent a final pleading glance toward his father and grandfather, both of whom smiled and shook their heads. He was being dramatic.

Then, without a word, he slipped out of the hall.

His footsteps were swift and silent as he weaved through the estate's grounds. He made sure he avoided any and every attention that could come. But even after moving away from the hall entirely, he could still hear the sound of celebration echoing from behind him.

Aurora. Zoey. Ember. Caldor. Kael.

None of them had attended the banquet. To them, Avalon's breakthrough wasn't a moment to toast and slack.

It was a message to them. A reminder that they were still behind. Far behind.

And so, even though the night was long and cold, they remained inside the advanced training room, still training and pushing themselves to become stronger.

The moon was full above him, and the air was cold and quiet.

And somehow, without thinking, Atticus found himself walking down a familiar path.

His feet moved on their own, and he reached the graveyard of the Ravenstein estate.

As he passed through the large iron gates, his eyes stopped toward a familiar spot beneath an old tree, the place he had last spoken with Nate.

He stood.

Since that night, Atticus hadn't met him again nor even talked with him.

Still, Nate hadn't returned home either. He had stayed within the estate, training until his body gave out.

And although Atticus hadn't spoken to him since that night, he had checked up on him more than once.

He hadn't said anything to him or interfered in whatever he was doing.

He had no intention of doing what Nate asked him to do. Still… that didn't change the truth.

Nate had been one of his companions since childhood. One of the few.

And Atticus wasn't just going to abandon him.

His steps continued until he reached the highest point of the graveyard.

Here, the wind was strongest.

And it was where the names etched on the gravestones had more weight than most.

This was where the direct descendants of the Ravensteins were buried.

And it was also where those who had performed feats worthy of the family's name were laid to rest.

Atticus stopped in front of one particular grave.

Freya Ravenstein

The name was carved boldly into the obsidian slab.

And then, silence.

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