Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 38

Chapter 38: Treasure

Side by side, Atticus and Avalon descended into the mansion's hidden underground basement.

As they made their way down, Atticus's thoughts echoed, 'Of course there's a secret basement.'

Their footsteps echoed through the dimly lit corridor until they reached an unassuming wall. Avalon's smile hinted at the surprise to come, prompting Atticus's curiosity. With a touch of his right arm and a surge of mana, the wall illuminated.

"It recognizes my mana signature. No one else can open this apart from me or your grandfather," Avalon explained.

As the wall's glow subsided, the wall parted revealing an elevate platform engraved with runes.

"The platform is a teleport. It will transport you to our family vault's realm." Avalon continued. The concept left Atticus in awe, 'I should read more about this stuff' he thought.

Avalon's voice turned firm as he issued a directive, "Only you can enter. Choose a weapon and an Art, no more."

To which Atticus nodded. Then he stepped on the platform and a radiant gleam encompassed him immediately, swallowing his form. Avalon's worried voice lingered in the air, "I hope he doesn't try to get 'those' weapons."

The transition was both swift and surreal. Atticus found himself within an expansive hall, shelves laden with books and an array of weapons on display.

"Jackpot!" Atticus said with a grin.

Without wasting a single moment, Atticus ventured further into the hall.

As Atticus explored the vast hall, his gaze lingered on the weapons displayed. He couldn't help but recall the classification of arts and weapons.

Weapons were simply classified according to their grade, ranging from novice rank to paragon rank. On the other hand, arts were classified based on their potential.

An art with a dormant potential could only provide a novice rank output strength, while one with a transcendent potential had the potential to eventually exhibit paragon rank strength. Of course, achieving such levels required rigorous training.

Moving through the hall, nothing managed to seize his interest. Undeterred, he continued moving.

His steps carried him further, until he arrived at an elevated platform that displayed an ensemble of five weapons, a Glaive, a gauntlet, a spear, a katana, and a staff, each possessing a superior quality that set them apart from the rest.

A sign caught his attention, proclaiming in simple yet profound terms, "If the weapon chooses you, then it's yours."

"This is it!" Atticus said with a grin.