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."

her hands behind her as she gazed ahead. "I asked you because your decision will affect thousands of people’s lives. You may be exceptional

Shadow Order separated?" she added. "Because if the Shadow Order operated within the Secret Society, they would all just come hand in hand, regardless of their dissatisfaction

Just like how Anteca united to take down Nathalie, it would be the same. The only difference is

the two spoke, they spotted

said flatly, taking a

crawl on the shore. Parts of her arms were burned, and her hair was disheveled, revealing parts of her scalp. She looked like someone who had crawled straight out of the burning

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

her don’t

just as fiercely. Hence, even if you shoot us or even throw a grenade—or in this case, shoot them down with a missile launcher—we’ll find our way

how demons are," she added. "That’s

good being called back to Paradise early for this world doesn’t bode well for them, while the bad..." Sybil paused, raising her brows as she shook her head mildly. "The bad live

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

she croaked, her throat dry and burnt. When she looked up, half of her face was burned

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

Not for long, though.

called, staring at her

in his eyes, nor was there pity. He just stared at her with... nothing. As if everything she had done didn’t affect him at all. That he was too detached to

Atlas understood her as a person. He may not know her personally, but her actions were

action," he said,

was a long battle you’ve fought bravely without a second hesitation. However, your time’s

years should have been a tell that what’s not meant

out of his mouth was a direct