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."

because your decision will affect thousands of people’s lives. You may be exceptional in your world, but the

Shadow Order operated

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 even before you

two spoke, they spotted

Atlas said flatly, taking a step toward the

the shore. Parts of her arms were burned, and her hair was disheveled, revealing parts of her

a moment, Sybil stood near him, hands

like her... evil people like her don’t die

shoot us or even throw a grenade—or in this case,

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

doesn’t bode well for them, while the bad..." Sybil paused, raising her brows as

the shore could barely hear the conversation around

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

was so huge that the heatwave still reached her. And falling from that altitude without any protective gear, she was

Not for long, though.

called, staring at her

pity. He just stared at her with... nothing. As if everything she had done didn’t

her personally, but her actions

your action," he said, raising a pistol at her. "Not

a long battle you’ve fought bravely

years should 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

mouth was a direct stab to her heart, enough to kill her before any bullet in