Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 13

Chapter 13: Ariel Ravenstein’s death

The next day, Atticus sat on his bed meditating. With a subtle shift in focus, he extended his senses, reaching out to the ambient mana that permeated the air.

Drawing in the mana, Atticus felt it cascade through his being like a gentle waterfall, a shimmering current that resonated with the essence of the world. As the mana flowed within him, he began to manipulate it, guiding it into his mana core. After a while, he opened his eyes and released a soft sigh.

'Nothing's changed. I've been training like this for years now, but I don't know anything about the power system of this world,' Atticus pondered. 'Mom said she'll allow me to start training when I turn six. I can only continue absorbing mana for now.'

The day before, Atticus had mentioned that he wanted to learn how to fight after dinner. Of course, Anastasia vehemently refused, claiming that Atticus was too young. Atticus then brought out his secret weapon: his cute puppy face. However, even the adorable expression couldn't sway Anastasia.

After a few minutes of Atticus' persistent begging, Freya and Avalon intervened, supporting his request. It took a while, but Anastasia reluctantly agreed to let him start training when he turned six.

"That woman is so protective, damn!" Atticus uttered, annoyed. "You would think in a world riddled with wars and deaths, parents would want their children to learn how to fight and defend themselves early. I have to be patient. I'll keep absorbing mana for now and then next year, I'll focus on understanding this world's power system and learning how to fight!"

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Boman strode purposefully down the corridor leading to Avalon's training room. His steps were brisk and determined, a sense of urgency driving his movements. The sleek, metallic surface of the door gleamed under the ambient light, its design a blend of elegant simplicity and advanced technology.

As he reached its proximity, sensors embedded within the door recognized his presence, and with a barely audible hum, the door's smooth surface began to part, revealing Avalon in the midst of an intense training session, sitting cross-legged with lava surrounding him. Boman cleared his throat, calling his attention.

"Master Avalon," he began, his tone tinged with trepidation. "There is bad news."

Avalon opened his eyes, surprised to see Boman here. 'It must be pretty serious, he never disturbs me when I'm training'. He disabled the stimulation and allowed Boman to approach him.

"What is it?" Avalon's voice was low and controlled, but an undercurrent of tension vibrated through the air.

Boman swallowed nervously before delivering the devastating news. "Master Ariel... he has been killed."

Boman's words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of their meaning. As he delivered the news of Ariel's untimely demise, it was as if the world around Avalon shifted, morphing into a surreal tableau. The sounds of the bustling mansion, the distant hum of activity, all faded away into a muted symphony, leaving only a hollow echo.