Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 106

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Atticus stood, facing Cedric in the middle of the pristine white room.

Cedric examined him and said with a smile, "Looks like you're ready."

In response, Atticus gave him a resolute look. Cedric recognized the determination in Atticus's gaze, and his smile widened. He couldn't help but feel a sense of pride for how far Atticus had come.

However, Cedric knew he needed to offer a dose of reality. "Regardless of how powerful you've gotten," he began, "From what you told me, those people outside are Expert rank, one entire rank above you. That isn't something you can easily bridge, even with the second art."

Atticus couldn't help but agree with Cedric. He knew that facing three Expert-ranked individuals was an incredibly challenging task. But he had to try, at least to hold on until help arrived.

Cedric pondered for a moment. He knew why the Katana had brought Atticus here, despite knowing that the second art alone might not be enough to overcome the situation.

Each time a life weapon's wielder died, their souls were stored within the weapon. This was both a form of punishment for their failure and a way to train the next wielder. The trapped souls could only find freedom if the new wielder accomplished what they couldn't.

Cedric had a solution in mind, though it came at a significant cost. But he had already made his decision.

Looking at Atticus, he assured, "Don't worry, there'll be a surprise waiting for you when you get to the other side."

Atticus was taken aback. "A surprise?" he began to ask, but the scene started to recede abruptly.

Everything around him suddenly darkened, and an unimaginable surge of power welled up within him.

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"No, stop!" Aurora's voice thundered as she shouted at the woman approaching Atticus, who lay motionless on the ground.

"Don't you dare touch him!" She yelled, her fiery aura intensifying. Aurora managed to stand, and with flames blazing around her, she dashed toward the woman, who had turned to face her with a sinister grin.

The woman effortlessly caught Aurora's hand and delivered a punch to her abdomen. Aurora gasped for breath as the wind was knocked out of her.

Just as the woman was about to strike again, she swiftly moved her head to the right, and an ice spike pierced the space where her head had been moments ago.

In the blink of an eye, the woman vanished from her position and reappeared in front of Ember. She executed a sidekick, sending Ember tumbling through the air, crashing into a tree.

"Hahahah, this is so thrilling! Come, come, come! Hahaha!" the woman gleefully shouted, touching her face with an eerie glee.

Up in the air, the two remaining men hovered, suspended. The one with a sinister aura, Vorlock, spoke with a chilling smile, his voice sounding inhuman. "Kekeke, Malora is going through her fits again," he crackled.

The Obsidian Order had always attracted the most sinister and deranged members of society. Only those truly unhinged would worship an alien race that clearly sought to dominate their planet, and most members of the order reflected this insanity.

The man floating beside his giggling companion maintained a serious expression.

"Oh, calm down, Astrion, she's just having some fun, kekeke," Vorlock said, jokingly.

Astrion's cold eyes turned to his companion. As their gazes met, a shiver ran down Vorlock's spine, and it felt as though he were being observed by a predator. Beads of sweat formed on his brow.

Astrion quickly averted his gaze as if he were an inconsequential ant.

Taking a deep breath, Vorlock exhaled heavily. Despite being an Expert-rank like Astrion, he knew he couldn't hold a candle to him.

In the Obsidian Order, strength and talent were everything. Although they recruited almost anyone who sought to join, one's progress within the order depended on their strength and potential.

Astrion possessed one of the rarest bloodlines in the human domain—a space bloodline. He was invaluable to the order and was immediately taken as a disciple of Alvis upon joining.

He knew Astrion's character well. Since Malora was preoccupied with fighting the others, any of them could have gone after Atticus.

However, Astrion was proud—incredibly so. He disdained the idea of killing a 10-year-old pulp, not because he considered it morally wrong, but simply because he believed it beneath him to perform such a task.

Vorlock cleared his throat quietly and turned his gaze back to the battle below. 'I'll just leave Malora to handle it,' he thought.