Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground-Chapter 1135: Again
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.
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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!"
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.
It was then he felt it.
The disconnect.
He hadn't noticed it before because he had been too focused, too blinded by hatred.
But now… he realized.
He couldn't feel his Will that had engulfed Eldoralth.
He couldn't sense his creations.
He couldn't feel anything beyond the skies around them.
It was as though his connection to the outside world had been severed completely.
And then he saw it.
The distorted, warped world around them, the true cause of the severance.
As the full weight of it crashed down on him, the realization struck like a landslide.
How Atticus had escaped the trap he had laid using Jezenet and Eletantron.
How Atticus had been able to slip past his senses and land an attack.
How he had stopped his escape!
'A-a singularity…' Solren's thoughts trembled.
Earlier, Atticus had created a singularity, a point where he didn't exist, severing his connection to the world.
But now…
Now, Atticus had created multiple singularities, so tightly woven that they formed a perfect bubble, trapping all of them inside.
Right now, they were severed from the world.
Solren's connection to his plants, his creations, gone.
As he realized it, only one broken, rattling thought echoed in the Gardener's mind.
'Again.'
Once again, his plans had been foiled by this child.
"Manifest."
Whisker's voice ripped through the skies as his Will erupted outward.
A massive gate formed above him, its ancient frame pulsing with blue light. From within, countless beasts surged forth, wild, snarling monsters that collided violently with Solren's tree shaped manifestation.
Solren felt an unimaginable pain tear through his body as his manifestation shattered into fragments.
It felt as though his entire being had shattered with it.
Yet, even as Whisker cloaked himself in his Will, erasing the distance and unleashing a torrent of devastating blows onto his battered form, Solren's gaze never flickered.
His bones cracked.
His blood sprayed across the skies like crimson rain.
His body trembled violently under the relentless impact of Whisker's fists, wave after wave of merciless strikes.
But Solren's eyes never once left Atticus, who was calmly approaching, katana flashing with deadly light.
He had lived for centuries.
He had brought about the downfall of entire civilizations.
He had killed opponents strong enough to obliterate Eldoralth with a single attack.
But to think… to think that a child would be the cause of his own downfall.
The Gardener felt his entire world collapse around him.
He felt disconnected, as if his mind refused to accept the reality unfolding before him.
His eyes dulled, empty, lifeless, like a hollowed out doll.
And even as Atticus closed the distance, katana slicing toward his neck, Solren's expression did not change.
The attack hit.
Slash!
A splatter of blood bathed the skies, followed by a head plummeting downward like a fallen star.
Just like that…
The Gardener was dead.
