Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1120

Chapter 1120 Take Care

The skies above the human domain had been turned into a chaotic mixture of the lawless, untamed wild and a green expanse.

Beasts roared and charged across the wild, while vines erupted violently from the vast grassland that stretched endlessly in all directions, lashing out at the beasts.

Both domains clashed in the sky, fighting for dominance. An endless tide of beasts snarled and surged forward, their bodies colliding against the forest of green whips.

The vines regenerated without wasting a second, multiplying, binding, tearing. But the beasts were no less savage, ripping through the vines with fang and claw, refusing to stop even as more came.

As all of this unfolded, the Gardener hovered still, watching it all with a darkened expression.

He had never expected Whisker, of all people, to be this powerful.

'I miscalculated.'

He gritted his teeth hard. He hated miscalculating. It meant he wasn't in control. It meant he was no longer the one shaping the path, it meant he was walking it.

He wasn't the Gardener, the nurturer, the creator. Not if someone else could disrupt what he'd already laid down.

Others were meant to follow his design, not the other way around.

'How did he grow so powerful… so fast?'

It had long been established, Will was the principal power of the Middle Plains. Like every other power system, it had a path of progression.

The "Impose" that both of them had just used… it was exactly what the name implied. It was a way to impose one's will onto the world.

It was way above a Grandmaster's domain. This wasn't about bloodlines anymore. No, this was about self.

In the stage of Impose, you didn't form a domain that echoed your power. You created a world that embodied you, your beliefs, your personality, your very soul. And the world around you would bend and warp until it reflected nothing but you.

But that wasn't what had shocked him.

No, what had shaken him to the core was the very first move they had both used: Manifest.

It was a level far beyond Impose. Here, one didn't form a domain. One became the domain.

You manifested your will directly into reality itself, a feat only possible for those who had attained terrifying mastery over their will. At this level, a wound to your will was a wound to your entire existence, your soul.

From what he knew… Whisker hadn't even reached the level of Impose, much less Manifest.

But what rattled him the most was the fact that when two manifested wills clashed, the weaker one would always be shattered or wounded. There was no middle ground.

And yet… Whisker's will had withstood his.

Which could only mean one thing: he was just as powerful.

The Gardener's eyes turned frigid. 'I miscalculated.'

It bit at his very being. He had believed his only concern was in his other siblings, controlling the Zorvan world. But now, now there was another threat in front of him. One he hadn't accounted for.

Suddenly, the Gardener's eyes narrowed. 'He's… losing?'

Through his connection to his creations, he had suddenly felt something, Elderish was losing!

It felt like a slow rot spreading through his garden.

'He exceeded my expectations again?'

The Gardener's eyes burned a dangerous red. Even after everything… Atticus had still broken through his expectations.

'I have to kill him now.'