As the Overlords left, Maximus turned his attention to Atlas.
"How have you been these years?"
"I've been doing well. The teacher training is tough, but it's fulfilling."
Despite the torturous process, Atlas showed no sign of complaint, only a hunger for more.
"You're pretty tough."
Maximus didn't know exactly what Atlas had gone through, but just by looking into his eyes, he could tell it had been a hellish training.
"It's not that hard. As long as I improve, I'll do anything!"
"Then what's your plan now? How do you intend to advance to the Overlord Realm?" Maximus asked curiously.
Who knew if the son of a plane had a unique method of reaching the Tier 12 realm?
"I don't know..."
Atlas was just as clueless.
He had been training under his teacher until now. From the River of Will to the Ocean of Will, and even the Absolute of Will, it all just happened.
He didn't know how he did any of it, so how could he know how to break through a higher realm?
"You kid..."
