Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1132

Chapter 1132 Resolve

The Gardener's Will had engulfed most parts of Eldoralth.

It was as though a part of himself was physically present in those regions.

Because of this, he could subtly feel anything and everything within the areas under his domain.

All he needed was a quick search, and he would be able to locate anything, so long as it was within the scope of his Will.

Atticus had been within that scope.

The Gardener had felt it clearly.

He had shifted his fight with Whisker to where he sensed Atticus, all with the intent of preventing his escape.

However, just as he was about to narrow down on him… Atticus vanished.

The Gardener's mind had never worked faster than it did at that moment.

His eyes widened to their extremes.

'Where did he go!?'

The words thundered in his head.

His senses flared to their peak as he immediately spread his perception, scouring for any trace fo him.

His Will still engulfed most of Eldoralth, no matter where Atticus had run to, he should have been able to find him.

That had been the belief.

And logically, it should have been true.

But in the next instant, that belief came crashing down on him. No matter how hard he searched, the Gardener couldn't locate him.

It was as though Atticus had simply… ceased to exist.

The sound of air tearing violently reached his ears.

His gaze darkened, locking onto Whisker's fist hurtling toward him.

'I don't have time for this!'

The Gardener's mind roared.

If Atticus had escaped Eldoralth carrying Elderish's eight cores, he had to go after him immediately.

His Will erupted as he met Whisker's punch head on.

BOOM!

An explosion of blue and green glow ripped through the skies, an overwhelming shockwave parting the air itself.

A pained expression crossed Whisker's face as he was sent hurtling backward, pain wracking his entire being.

The clash had rattled his Will violently.

'I can't clash head on anymore…'

Whisker's eyes flashed cold as he concluded grimly.

His Will was at its final limits.

If he clashed directly again, it would break, and he would be finished.

Suddenly, the Gardener's voice boomed across the skies:

"It's about time I end this nonsense!"

His Will erupted violently around him, spiraling before coalescing and wrapping itself tightly around his arm.

Its thickness and potency made Whisker's eyes narrow into slits.

He didn't need to be a genius to understand.

If he clashed with that, it would be his end.

'Will I lose here… after everything?'

Whisker clenched his fists tightly.

His thoughts drifted, to his star actor, to Atticus, and he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

He felt a faint shame.

He had always spoken so confidently, so nonchalantly, making himself seem invincible, like an overpowered being that others could rely on.

And yet, here he was, unable to even defeat one of his own siblings.

Whisker let out a slight laugh at himself.

He couldn't even defeat Solren… and he wanted to kill their father?

That monster of a being?

It was laughable.