Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1112

Chapter 1112 Shock

Atticus wasn't sure, because this time, things were completely different. He didn't know much about the Gardener's powers, only what he had been told by Whisker.

Just as his name suggested, it had to deal with nurturing and growth. But that was far too vague to form an accurate assessment.

The Gardener had just turned the entire human domain, Atticus' home, into his own personal domain.

Everywhere he looked now pulsed with trees and greenery. And if Atticus had the option, he would never fight anyone named the Gardener in a place literally filled with plants.

However, he had no intention of letting him escape.

He was hell-bent on getting rid of all his enemies. Once and for all.

The Gardener would fall here. No matter what.

Still, Atticus chose to observe. For now.

"That look suits you," the Gardener said.

He had seen through Atticus' hesitation and only smiled as the light from the tree's stem grew blinding, before bursting into a brilliant flash that illuminated the tense landscape.

Many humans instinctively shielded their eyes.

But the paragons didn't flinch. Their eyes remained wide open, unwilling to miss even a second.

"Atticus."

Atticus turned slightly, sending one eye back, but his focus remained locked on the form taking shape in front of him.

It was Avalon who had spoken.

Sensing he had Atticus' attention, even if just a little, Avalon quickly followed up.

"Son… what do you think? Can you handle him?"

Every ear perked up instantly.

Their lives, every single one of them, rested in Atticus' hands now.

If he said no… they were as good as dead.

"I'm not sure," Atticus replied.

He wasn't lying.

The Gardener's aura was suffocating. Oppressive.

Atticus had no doubt that he was stronger than him.

But when had that ever stopped him before?

Battles of life and death weren't always won by the one with the most aura or the loudest power.

It was about efficiency.

And until Atticus fully understood the Gardener's power, he couldn't make any solid conclusions. _{freewёbn૦νeɭ.com}

The expressions around him darkened. But there was also relief.

At least he hadn't said a blatant no.

Avalon exhaled, then muttered,

"Okay. I don't know what's going through that mind of yours, but none of that sacrificing your life crap, alright? If he's too much, we run.

It's not the end of the world… well, it is, but you get what I mean."

Atticus sent another glance toward Magnus.

He was looking at him firmly, silently agreeing with Avalon's words.

If it weren't for the situation, Atticus might've chuckled.

To think Avalon and Magnus of all people would be the ones suggesting they retreat.

He wanted to laugh. But instead, he just said,

"Okay,"

…while smiling slightly.

'It's not that easy, Dad. Grandpa.'

The Gardener's ultimate goal was the cores. And Atticus had fused with five of them.

No matter where he ran to on the lower planes, the Gardener would never stop hunting him.

He didn't want to live like that.

If his family's lives were truly in danger, then yes, he would retreat.

But otherwise…

Atticus would do everything in his power to kill him.

As he returned his full focus to the front, the scene was finally reaching its end.