Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1135

The colossal force slammed into Whisker mid charge, sending him hurtling backward at terrifying speed, tearing through the skies like a comet.

Inside a world engulfed in green, the Gardener's thoughts raced at a pace incomprehensible to most.

His eyes were still filled with utter hatred, but behind that, there was still some clarity.

He hated that things had spiraled out of his control. He hated that he had ended up this way.

However, his logical mind made it impossible for him to take illogical actions.

'As a Gardener, it's important to know when a child is beyond nurturing.'

The words he had once lived by were now what he used to hold his mind together.

He was beaten.

His Will fractured.

There was no miracle waiting for him.

He couldn't win this fight, not with Whisker still present.

Which meant, he had to escape.

It burned his soul.

The thought that the accursed boy would get to live another second scorched him from the inside.

But there was no helping it.

Solren reached for a sack strapped to his waist, pulling out a small, blooming black flower with glowing runes etched across its petals.

Despite its appearance, this was a precious artifact, one that linked him to every single one of his children across Eldoralth and beyond.

With it, no matter where he was, he could teleport instantly to any one of their locations.

This was his escape plan.

The manifestation of his Will would serve as a brief distraction, giving him the window he needed to slip away. Even with a fractured Will, the force of his release would be enough.

Solren immediately channeled his Will into the flower.

It lit up with a bright green glow, engulfing him completely.

As the light surrounded him, his thoughts flashed toward Atticus' face one last time, his eyes burning with hate.

"I will make your world crumble! I promise you!" he roared.

But in the next instant, Solren's eyes exploded wide in shock.

'W-what is this?'

He stared at the light surrounding him… dispersing, fading… until it vanished entirely.

He was still here.

Still trapped.

Still in Eldoralth.

The Gardener felt as if his world had collapsed in an instant.

Before he could even react, Whisker's amused voice rang out across the skies.

"Huh, Solren? I couldn't hear you clearly. You'll do what exactly?"

The manifestation of Solren's Will cleared, revealing Whisker hovering calmly in the air, flashing him a wide, mocking grin.

Whisker's voice dripped with amusement.

"Man, I love that look on your face, Solren. Disbelief. Dread. Like a kid who just realized the world doesn't revolve around him. You're supposed to be the Gardener, right? Yet right now… even a wilted weed's doing better than you are. Pfft!" _{frёeweɓηovel.coɱ}

Whisker's chuckle echoed across the skies.

But the Gardener barely heard it. His gaze trembled violently.

"What… did you do?" he rasped.

Whisker's grin only widened.

"Me? I didn't do anything!"

He shrugged innocently.

"How does it feel, huh? Knowing the one who broke you is just a nineteen year old kid?"

The Gardener's eyes widened further.

Slowly, painfully, he turned, and his gaze locked onto Atticus, calmly hovering in the distance.