Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 416

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As soon as Zarathustra finished speaking, he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow when he didn't get any response from Isabella.

He turned his gaze towards his right and immediately saw Isabella gazing at him with a cold glint in her eyes, her tone cold as she spoke, repeating her earlier question word for word, "Will it endanger him or cause any sort of permanent damage to him?"

"What's with that look?" Zarathustra scoffed, "It's not like you can stop the process now anyways. If I didn't know any better, I would think you're crushing on him or something," Zarathustra jokingly remarked, but seeing that Isabella just stared at him with a deadpan expression on her face, he cleared his throat, turning his gaze back to the screens, and responded,

"To answer your question, according to experience and records, no permanent injuries should occur. But he would require time to recover if it should fail."

"How long?" Isabella asked instantly.

"A year at the very least. Plus during that time, he won't be able to perform anything too strenuous or complicated with his mana."

Isabella clenched her fist, instantly shooting her father a cold stare. Ever since Atticus had come into the academy, she had found it increasingly difficult to understand what was going through his head.

At the off chance that this should fail, they would bench the most talented youth to ever appear in the human domain for a whole year!

Thinking about it was incredibly anger inducing. Isabella took in a deep breath, trying hard to calm down her thoughts.

Although he had been cruel, the blue haired bastard was right. She couldn't stop it again even if she wanted.

After a few seconds, Isabella calmed down a little. She stepped back and turned her gaze back towards the screen displaying Atticus, 'I guess it's all up to you now.'

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Pain.

Intense and incredible amounts of pain. It was the kind where it felt as though his whole naked body was submerged into a searing hot pit of lava, its temperature rising with every passing second.

This was what Atticus was currently experiencing.

His teeth were gritted so hard that a pool of blood had already filled up his mouth, his hands clenched into fists so tight that crimson blood seeped out from them.

This was the only thing Atticus could do currently. If only he could move freely, he would have frantically scratched his body until his skin was completely gone.

What was most baffling was that the substance had only just made contact with his back, yet his entire body was engulfed in this intense pain.

It felt so unreal and intense that Atticus found it hard to formulate any coherent thoughts.

As soon as the pain started, Atticus had immediately tried to use his mana and bloodline abilities, but he found they had been completely blocked.

He couldn't feel his mana anymore, as though access to his mana core had been obstructed.

Before he lost this connection, Atticus felt the substance on his lower back siphon every single ounce of his mana.

And all attempts to take control of the elements turned out futile.