Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 441

Chapter 441 Air Currents

The oppressive heatwave painted the sky in a vivid orange hue, impossible to ignore. Atticus pivoted swiftly in the air, his eyes locking onto a multitude of colossal fireballs hurtling towards him.

Atticus's gaze swept around the area, his mind oddly clear. Despite the fact that a tsunami of fireballs was about to burn him to a crisp, he didn't seem to care.

There was only one thing on his mind currently: finding Aurora.

Luck was on his side as he didn't have to search for long. He found Aurora just about 60 meters away from him, her expression a mix of shock and bewilderment as she stared at her hands.

Atticus didn't bother to think about why she was staring at her hands in shock; this clearly wasn't the time to do something so foolish.

Ironically, he didn't have to ponder on it because just as Atticus focused on the air element, an element he was used to using as easy as breathing, he felt his heart beat wildly as he felt no connection to it.

It was as though this action broke the dam as a flood of realization struck Atticus.

The mana in his body had reduced drastically; he couldn't feel any connection to the elements. Any attempts at deploying his arts were unsuccessful. The stupid parasite that was always searching for a chance to take over his body was gone.

'Parasite… wait!' Atticus's hand gravitated towards his left waist, his heart pounding as he saw that his katana was nowhere to be found.

It was as though the whole world was crumbling. Everything he had worked hard for was gone. Countless hours spent training, the tears and blood shed—all gone to waste.

Something was wrong. Something had to be.

Everything he had worked hard for was gone just like that?

Atticus shook his head.

He could feel his intelligence had reduced a great deal, but his mind still worked fast.

In under a second, Atticus got himself back together. He didn't let all this hold him back.

Now wasn't the time to think about why. There was only one thing needed in this situation: action.

'There are no objects or surfaces that I can use to push off from, and no matter how much I tense my muscles, it's not enough to cover the distance. Which leaves… aerodynamics and air currents.'

Atticus had been truly overpowered in the past, and it was this very fact that made his intellectual prowess so hidden.

Until now, many didn't even know that Atticus had as much intelligence as he had. But the truth was, from his childhood when he had been allowed to take lessons, he had learned and understood every basic subject he had access to, and amongst those was physics.

Aerodynamics was simply the study of how objects move in the air, while air currents are streams of air flowing through the atmosphere.

Atticus might not have his fire elements again, but he still had his intelligence and perception to a certain degree. Atticus's sense of feel was still functional.

With everything that had happened so far, only two seconds had passed in reality. As soon as Atticus had seen the scorching fireballs approaching, he had already calculated the time it would take to reach them: 5 seconds.

Only 3 seconds remained.

Atticus cleared his mind, tuning every single thing out, his form entering a state of absolute focus.