Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 145

Chapter 145 Blind

Magnus stood with an air of authority, facing Atticus, who sat cross legged in front of him inside a pristine white room.

He spoke, "Your current approach to your bloodline training suffices for now. We will divert our attention to refining and correcting the way you train your perception."

Atticus nodded in silent agreement. After he had awakened his bloodline when he was 7 years old, he had done extensive research on bloodlines and how best to train them. It was expected that Atticus had no issues in that area.

Magnus proceeded to pinpoint an issue with Atticus's training regimen of perception, "The problem you have now is that your sight has grown incomparably stronger than your other senses. You rely on your sight too much," Magnus explained.

"In order to correct this, you would have to completely forget about your eye sight throughout the duration of your training. You must learn to see without seeing."

As soon as Magnus finished speaking, before Atticus could even comprehend what he was talking about, a bolt of lightning materialized in front of Magnus at a speed Atticus couldn't track.

As swiftly as it materialized, it shot towards Atticus at a very fast speed, striking him directly on his head.

And then, with control over the element that was difficult to comprehend, Magnus manipulated the lightning with frightening precision, making it interact with his ocular cells, altering their configuration temporarily.

The intense electrical surge caused an overstimulation of the cells responsible for vision, effectively rendering them unable to function for a brief period.

In essence, the electrical shock temporarily blinded Atticus through a neural overload, disrupting the normal functioning of his visual cortex.

This display of control over the lightning element was as awe inspiring as it was terrifying.

The amount of understanding of the lightning element and pinpoint control needed to pull off what Magnus just did was beyond the scope of many. It was a level of control only achievable by paragons.

With a muffled cry, Atticus clutched his head as a disorienting wave swept over him, leaving him in a sea of inky blackness. Panic gripped his heart, his usual composure shattered in an instant.

Atticus's heart immediately seized as he realized he couldn't see anymore. Completely disregarding his respectful attitude he usually addressed Magnus with, Atticus's voice trembled as he demanded,

"What have you done? I can't see!" Atticus exclaimed, constantly waving his arms back and forth in front of his eyes in a desperate attempt to believe it wasn't real, but it was completely futile, his vision completely black as ink.

His heart started beating fast as reality set in, and immediately a feeling suddenly gripped Atticus. It was something he hadn't experienced in a long time, not even when he had encountered Alvis and Ronad: overwhelming fear.

No matter how Atticus considered himself to always maintain a cool and calm head in any situation, suddenly losing his sight was an experience that would break many, him not being excluded.