Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress

Chapter 1836: The Birth of a King

Meanwhile, on the coast of the island...

Atlas already had a good idea of what life would be like with the Shadow Order. After all, his journey with Sybil had given him a broader horizon for what to expect. She told him more than what Zoren could offer regarding this.

Not Zoren’s fault.

Zoren simply claimed the Shadow Order, then dropped dead. So, it was no surprise that Zoren only knew the general knowledge of it. Thus, Sybil’s hindsight helped more than one could have imagined.

One of those insights was that Atlas may try to change the Shadow Order’s structure, but never its nature. And if Atlas wanted to secure his spot, not just in the Order but in the Secret Society, he must conquer one thing.

Death.

Not his, but death—blood on his hand.

Because in the Secret Society, if one was not capable or even willing to take another’s life, then it was their own life that would be taken.

Standing on the shore with him, the granny—Sybil—snapped her eyes up at him. "Are you truly certain of this, young man?"

Atlas didn’t say anything, his gaze somewhere distant. He drew a deep breath, finally meeting her eyes.

"Yes," he said. "Though I do appreciate your questions and offers."

"It’s not for you," she clarified kindly. "It may sound like it, but it is not for you."

affect

think the Zorken and the Shadow Order separated?" she added. "Because if the Shadow Order operated within the Secret Society, they would all just

huffed faintly. "Having a common enemy is a problem that often unites those who are broken. Just like how Anteca united to take down Nathalie, it would be the same. The only difference is that those in the Secret Society can kill you

spoke, they spotted someone

Atlas said flatly, taking

her hair was disheveled, revealing parts of her scalp. She looked like someone who had crawled straight

stared at her emotionlessly. After a moment, Sybil stood near him, hands behind her, eyes

her don’t die so easily," he

fiercely. Hence, even if you shoot us or even throw a grenade—or in this case, shoot them down with

are," she added. "That’s how it’s been, and always

for them, while the bad..." Sybil paused, raising her brows as she shook her head mildly. "The

on the shore could barely hear the conversation around her. She only stopped when her peeling hands touched

dry and burnt. When she looked up, half of her face was burned from the explosion that had

jump out of the aircraft even before the missile launcher hit them. However, the explosion was so huge that the heatwave still reached her. And falling from that altitude without any protective gear, she was lucky she was

Not for long, though.

Atlas called, staring

eyes, nor was there pity. He just stared at her with... nothing. As if everything she had done didn’t affect him

Atlas understood her as a person. He may not know her personally, but her actions were enough to make one’s blood boil. But not for

made me angry is your action," he said, raising a pistol at

was a long battle

have been a tell that what’s not meant for you isn’t going to fall on your lap just because you wanted it," he added very quietly,

mouth was a direct stab to her heart, enough to