Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 551

?Atticus didn't have to be told. He knew exactly the kind of person he was.

He was cold, brutal, and at the same time loving. He could kill without hesitation and at the same time save lives.

There was no way one action or behavior could define a person. People were capable of changing depending on the situation.

But ever since Atticus had gotten reincarnated into this world, he hadn't had any major change in his main temperament or behavior. He had learned from a lot of situations, lessons that he had no plans of forgetting.

But learning was different from behavioral change. It just means that he wouldn't make the same stupid mistakes he made in the past.

However, Atticus's main temperaments remained unchanged. Who he was deep inside.

Atticus was a very vengeful person. He was the sort of person who would go to the ends of the world just to have his revenge. This behavior remained true.

Atticus was the sort of person who was true to his family. He was loving as he was caring.

But apart from these two, there was one more. This might not seem definite, but it was who he was deep inside; Atticus hated losing.

This particular behavior hadn't shown itself mainly because Atticus hadn't met anyone in his generation who could be even the least bit of a competitor. They were always so pathetically weak that it hadn't mattered.

This boy in front of him was definitely one of his generation. They had spent almost the same time alive in Eldoralth. Sure, he was of another race and had multiple advantages, but so what? Didn't he also have a ton of advantages?

He had busted his ass training and training until it was hard for him to walk. Many sleepless nights and broken bones. It didn't matter if the boy in front of him had gone through the same thing, Atticus didn't care.

There was only one thing he cared about, just why should he lose?

To Atticus, he never wanted to feel that terrible feeling, inadequacy, especially when it was for someone in his generation.

Many might call him a hypocrite. He had made many people from his generation feel inadequate and inferior, and yet, he didn't want to go through it.

It truly was hypocritical, but regardless, Atticus had always been human. Having a behavioral flaw was something none of us could escape.

Atticus didn't want to feel inadequate, which is why despite all his reservations, despite the risk and the promise to never use it, Atticus still chose to use it.

There were a million things that could go wrong, Atticus knew this fact well. However, at this point, none of that were currently entering his head.

There was only one thing in his head currently: he didn't want to lose. _{freewebnoveℓ.com}

The sound of Atticus's palm hitting the exposed mass on his chest echoed across the area like a hammer striking an anvil in a silent forge.

In the next second, a swarm of tiny pentagon-shaped black objects erupted from the middle of his chest, shifting and arranging themselves akin to the scales of a dragon.