Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1198

The early afternoon sun shone down on a small island nestled in the middle of a vast body of water. It was just after noon, and a particular figure was trying to enjoy his damn vacation.

'Atticus really screwed me over.'

Whisker couldn't believe his current situation. He was currently sprawled out on a cluster of leaves on the island's beach, sunbathing.

Every now and then, he adjusted the reflector sheet in front of him, trying to catch the perfect angle of the sun.

But no matter how hard he tried to relax, his eyes kept drifting toward the top of a distant cliff, where a large figure sat cross legged, completely still, eyes shut.

Whisker shook his head.

'I can't even enjoy my well earned vacation anymore.'

One had to work before they could earn a vacation, and Whisker could say with full confidence that he had worked more in the past few decades than most people did in their entire lives.

He'd clawed his way up from being the weakest among his bloodthirsty siblings to standing toe to toe with them, barely, but still.

It had been a brutal journey. Years of hellish training, pushing himself to the brink, gaining power, and eventually enlightenment. Power he needed for one purpose: revenge.

'I'm glad I found him…'

Whisker had to admit, he was truly glad he'd found Atticus. It was hard to imagine how things would've turned out if the boy hadn't come to the Abyssal Chasm. Would they have stood on opposite sides?

Whisker chuckled.

'Nah. I would've known my star actor the instant I saw him.'

He always had a knack for finding the interesting. He'd meant every word, Atticus Ravenstein was a walking reality show. There was no world in which Whisker wouldn't be drawn to that kind of drama.

Still, he was grateful they met.

'Now it seems possible.'

Now, the future he'd once only dared to imagine, the fall of the Nature King, seemed possible.

Whisker had been plotting, training, building strength so he could one day get his revenge.

That wretched family had taken someone irreplaceable from him, and he had every intention of taking back manifold.

But he wasn't delusional. Even he had seen how impossible it was to ever defeat the Spirit King.

The man ruled the Nature Faction, the progenitor of Nature will. While Whisker… Whisker had only ever utilized a copy.

He'd latched onto the Nature Will out of necessity, because he needed power fast, just to survive his siblings' constant attempts to kill him.

That was what made Atticus so remarkable.

Awakening a true Will was said to have a 99.999% failure rate. No one knew exactly why it was so rare, only that it was nearly impossible.

Whisker hadn't even bothered to try. With threats closing in, he hadn't had the luxury to gamble.

'He's truly born different…'

Even Whisker couldn't wrap his head around it. The boy had learned about the concept of true Will and, on the very same day, succeeded in awakening it.

Something trillions had failed to do across countless lifetimes… Atticus achieved in a single day.

But Whisker wasn't complaining. If anything, he was thrilled.

Now, his revenge wasn't just a dream, it was tangible. He could finally envision the fall of that self centered tyrant.

'But he still screwed me over.'

Whisker snapped back to the original point he'd been trying to make.