Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 418

Chapter 418 Shaken

A deep red wave radiated outwards, spreading throughout the space, completely engulfing the darkness. Simultaneously, an intense, deafening scream rocked the whole space.

It sounded like the screech of a parasite that had just been caught and attacked with a lethal weapon.

It was piercing.

Everything shook; the darkness, which had seemed never ending and eternal before, trembled as snake like cracks started appearing all over its form.

Atticus swept his gaze around him, watching the unfolding events with shocking calmness.

'I was right,' he pondered.

As soon as he got to this space, the first thing that came to his mind was "mindscape."

It had felt familiar, as though he had been there once before. It didn't take long for him to reach a conclusion.

During his battle with the Psysquillian youth, Emeric, when the boy had been trying to take control over him, although it felt tiny to him, as though an ant had collided with it, Atticus had a clash of will with Emeric in a similar space.

For him to be here again meant only one thing: someone or something was trying to take control over his body.

So Atticus had unleashed the only thing he knew was powerful enough and able to fight against occurrences like this: his oppressive and brutal will.

And the result was as expected.

The deafening screeches kept on resounding throughout the area as the snake like cracks increased in size and numbers, and then in the next instance, it was as though the world shattered.

The darkness seemed to break like fragile glass as the whole scenery transformed into a dark red landscape in an instant.

Atticus looked all around him, and all he could see was red. It was everywhere, stretching out in every direction.

"I'm in my will?" Atticus deduced.

He had long since known the deep red color of his will, and considering the fact that everywhere was red, he didn't have to be a genius to figure it out.

"It feels… calm,"

Atticus felt a profound level of peace standing inside his will. It felt comfortable, safe. It was as though it understood who he was on the deepest level, as though he didn't have to pretend or hide anything; he was free.

Atticus closed his eyes and took in a large breath, reveling in the feeling, and then opened his eyes in the next second.

Just as he was about to repeat this action, Atticus suddenly saw something at the corner of his eyes.

Atticus snapped his head towards his right, his gaze landing on the form of a… blob?

'What the hell is that?' Atticus's thoughts raced. It was a round, definitely gelatinous blob akin to a slime.