Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 100

Chapter 100 Training

A/N: Goals - 100 power stones- 1 extra chapter. 200PS for 2 extra chapters

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Atticus snapped back to consciousness, his first instinct being to quickly check his limbs one by one, in rapid succession, reassuring himself that they remained intact.

A wave of relief washed over him as he confirmed that his hands and legs were indeed intact.

He couldn't help but let out an audible exhale.

However, the sound of a chuckle from the side drew his attention, and when he turned, he saw Cedric laughing at him. "Hahaha,"

Atticus, feeling the flush of embarrassment, quickly placed his hand over his mouth, letting out an awkward cough before clearing his throat.

He composed himself and said, determination in his voice, "Again!"

After that, what followed was a relentless cycle of Atticus experiencing brutal and repeated deaths. Each time Atticus dared to lay a finger on his katana's hilt, he was inevitably transformed into little more than tiny sliced plantain by the enigmatic foe.

Yet, Atticus was never one to give up easily. He challenged the man repeatedly, his resolve pushing him to the limits.

Cedric, however, reached a point of exasperation. "That's enough!" he exclaimed, abruptly halting Atticus's attempts.

He walked toward Atticus and continued, "You can't learn it like this. You have perished exactly 103 times. Let me ask you, did you even see him draw his sword?" Cedric's query hung in the air.

Atticus, shook his head in response. He began to realize the futility of his relentless efforts, 'He's right, I'm wasting my time doing this. I can't learn it like this.'

Atticus, even with his perception couldn't follow the man's movement. That fact alone was enough to astound him.

He couldn't help but feel a little relieved, 'The more powerful the art, the better,' he thought. He knew there was only one thing he needed to get out of his predicament, he needed power.

With newfound clarity, he stood up and turned to Cedric, expressing his gratitude. "Thank you," he said sincerely. If Cedric hadn't snapped him out of it, he might not have stopped any time soon.

Cedric responded with a reassuring smile. "It's not a problem, Atticus. Time is of the essence. Let's start the training immediately," he advised, guiding Atticus.

"Now let's go into the building," Cedric directed Atticus towards the white building in the middle of the hall.