Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 419

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Atticus didn't even have time to be shocked as the surrounding area around it's hand suddenly became humid and water molecules materialized in the next instant, swirling.

A gust of air appeared next, followed by blocks of ice and then crackling lightning, intense radiating light, and then the eerie, glum darkness.

And as though trying to spite Atticus, the air above his hand suddenly distorted.

'Space! Those are all my elements, what the hell is going on?'

A sudden passing thought struck Atticus. This unfolding scene, he had seen it a thousand times back on Earth.

It seemed like what usually happened in movies where a character would fight against a creature who was trying to take control of him or her.

Said creature would also assume the same appearance as the character and would have identical powers.

The creature suddenly turned upwards to face Atticus, and in the next instant, each of the elements in its palm surged upwards, their shapes intertwining and coalescing into a colossal vortex of varied elements. With an abrupt movement, the vortex pierced the air, shooting towards Atticus's form with supersonic speed.

Atticus's gaze narrowed, his expression becoming ice-cold.

The attack reached him in under a second, and just as it seemed that it would hit him, Atticus suddenly muttered under his breath, 'fire mimicry.'

It was as though a surge of fire passed through Atticus, changing his composition at the deepest level.

It started from his hair, cascading down to engulf his head and whole body, his entire being seemed to shimmer and flicker like dancing flames.

Atticus became fire.

His form erupted upward in a blaze akin to a mushroom explosion, easily evading the devastating attack that whizzed through where he had been before.

Atticus's figure, with his clothes still intact, materialized in the air, and just as he was about to retaliate, he suddenly heard a voice. It was as calm as it was frightening.

His voice.

But as he heard it, Atticus's heart couldn't help but skip a beat.

"Transcendent Slash: Godspeed Grace."

Atticus's gaze was able to get a glimpse of the creature's form, its figure perfectly mirroring the form of the life weapon's first art, before the creature suddenly vanished, a gleaming razor sharp katana instantaneously appearing inches away from his throat.

Atticus's head went completely blank.

He had been far too shocked about what had just happened that his head had unknowingly gotten filled with thoughts about just how this was possible.

It was using the life weapon's art? How?

The millisecond Atticus's eyes regained his focus, the creature's katana had already drawn blood from his neck, a devilish grin on its face.

Its elation was well-deserved because there was no mistaking it, Atticus was done for, and this was the same exact thought that passed through his head.

It was the katana's art in its entirety. He knew firsthand how powerful they were, how swift and quick.

There was no time to do anything, no time to call upon any power.

Just as the gleaming katana blade was about to cut through Atticus's neck, his resigned gaze suddenly landed on the red hue of the space they were currently in, and then a thought struck him.

This space they were currently in, it was his will.

Atticus had felt a profound level of peace standing inside this space, why was that?