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."

she gazed ahead. "I asked you because your decision will affect thousands of people’s lives. You may be exceptional in your world, but

Order separated?" she added. "Because if the Shadow Order operated within the Secret Society, they

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

two spoke, they spotted someone drifting

said flatly, taking

woman crawl on the shore. Parts of her arms were burned, and her hair was disheveled, revealing parts of her scalp. She

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

her don’t die

to life 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 to survive... and

"That’s how it’s been, and always

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 longer because Earth is closer to hell. We just stand above

The woman crawling on the shore could barely hear the conversation around

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

the missile launcher hit them. However, the explosion was so huge that the heatwave still reached her. And falling from

Not for long, though.

Zorken," Atlas called,

just stared at her with... nothing. As if everything she had done didn’t affect him at all. That he was too detached

her personally, but her actions were enough to make one’s blood

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

paused, his eyes never leaving hers. "Nathalie Zorken, it was a long battle you’ve fought bravely without a second hesitation.

two years should have been a tell that what’s not meant for you isn’t

irony because every word that came out of his mouth was a direct stab to her heart, enough to