Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 111

Chapter 111 Selfish

As soon as Vorlock saw Astrion's head falling from the sky, his heart immediately constricted in utter shock. It was as if his whole world was falling apart.

Astrion losing to a child? He didn't think such a thing was possible.

It should be noted that Astrion was known as a genius amongst geniuses in the expert rank. Vorlock could count on one finger the people in the human domain in the expert rank who could fight him head-on and not lose instantly.

Astrion's space bloodline was just that overpowered.

But to lose instantly to a child? Vorlock gave himself a little slap on the cheek to see if he was dreaming, but the slap seemed to bring him back to reality and out of his thoughts, as if his brain had just started working.

'What the heck am I still doing here!?' he thought frantically, suddenly realizing the dire situation he was in.

'Who cares if he's a child? What matters is that if he was able to kill Astrion that easily, what would happen to me?!'

Despite how deranged an individual could be, there was always the instinct for survival in everyone.

Without wasting any time, Vorlock turned and started moving away from the scene at fast speed. His intention was clear: he was running away for his life!

But would Atticus allow that?

At a speed Vorlock could barely fathom, countless azure slashes suddenly sliced through his body. The slashes were so fast that he didn't even feel a thing.

They continued onward, cutting the trees in front of Vorlock.

'What was that?' he immediately thought as he saw the slashed trees in front of him, but only silence greeted him.

And then suddenly, he heard the sound of a voice that sent shivers through his whole being.

"Katana Series, 2nd art: Endless Strike,"

And as if that was the initiator, Vorlock wasn't able to react as his form started splitting, beginning with his head, then his torso, hands, legs. Vorlock fell down in pieces, lifeless.

Atticus sheathed his katana coolly.

He suddenly let out a very deep exhale. Although the battles had been short, they still took a lot from him. Every single inch of his body was being stressed trying to contain that huge amount of energy.

He was sure the only reason he still felt full of life was because of the energy still coursing through him.

Atticus knew that one of the main reasons he was able to handle this energy was because of his Mythical talent. Handling this power without an exceptionally adaptive body was suicide.

Talent simply meant how well an individual could adapt to mana compared to the rest, while ranks indicated the level of mana one's body had already adapted to.

And at each rank, regardless of talent, each individual basically had the same mana levels in their body.

Although this energy coursing through him wasn't just mana, Atticus knew his talent played a big role in containing the power.

He had instinctively known that if the energy was a little higher, his body wouldn't have been able to handle it. It was as if the source of the energy knew exactly how much he could handle.

His katana, suddenly letting out a bright glow, drew his attention. And as if a vacuum was quickly siphoning something away, Atticus felt the power coursing through his being being drained.