Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 531

Chapter 531 Failed

Isabella gazed at the large screen displayed in front of her with a wide smile.

She was currently in a very large control room, one bearing resemblance to the first-year control room that she usually visited to watch Atticus. But this was on a larger scale.

She was in the main and central control room of the academy, where every single thing and place in the academy could be monitored.

Apart from Isabella, operators were seated in front of different screens, going about their jobs.

Harrison stood just beside Isabella, also watching the screens and noting her smile.

On the screen were the figures of Atticus and Magnus streaking through a gap that had just formed in the blue dome. Such an event—opening even the smallest gap in the dome—had to be heavily monitored.

"Finally," Isabella muttered under her breath, her happiness evident on her features.

Harrison turned to look at his daughter. "You're happy?" he asked.

Isabella nodded. "Aren't you? Now we have a chance."

"A chance, huh," Harrison muttered, causing Isabella to turn and look at her father inquisitively. "Tell me, Isabella, what were you doing when you were 16?"

Isabella pondered for a second, wondering why her father was asking her this question. "I was in the academy?" _{ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom}

Harrison nodded. "You were being guided, being shown the different paths you could take in the world. Do you know why?"

Isabella shook her head.

"Because you were just a child. A child who was supposed to be protected, who was supposed to be given a safe space to grow—a child who was supposed to dream and enjoy the little peaceful time you have left before you're thrust into a world of chaos and death."

Harrison locked eyes with Isabella, who had long since lost her happy expression. Although she had just shaken her head, she had an idea of where this was going.

"Isabella, it's shameful. The fact that we all, from the bottom of the power ladder to the highest authority, anyone with even a modicum of strength, place such an overwhelming burden on a 16-year-old boy. It's nothing other than shameful."

Harrison turned his gaze back to the screen, fixing his gaze on Atticus, who was now on the other side of the dome.

"We failed him. We all failed him."

Harrison's words hit Isabella deeply. She could feel how much this all affected her father. He might not have shown it on his face, but she could feel it in his words.

'It's true,' Isabella's expression suddenly morphed into sadness. For once, she completely agreed with her father.

She had just been thinking about the good part—the part where the human domain would finally have a fighting chance against the forces acting against them. She had completely and utterly forgotten that Atticus was just 16.