Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 478

Chapter 478 MeetUp

Atticus repeated his actions, moving through the city quickly and reaching his destination after a few moments.

He was careful not to leave the arcane shield on for less than a millisecond, lest anyone notice the golden light.

Atticus also remained completely vigilant of his surroundings, making sure to avoid any areas where a strong person might be present.

He landed on the roof of a large skyscraper, his gaze focused below him. The location the explosion had come from wasn't far from his current location, just northeast of him.

He could see a multitude of guards running past the building he was on and running towards the disturbance.

With a cold gaze, Atticus jumped down and started making his way downwards, reaching the ground after a few moments. What Atticus had planned on doing was one of the easiest hunts he had ever gone on before.

The soldiers were streaming from every direction, passing alleyways and roadside, trying to quickly reach their destination. Atticus could also see multiple hover cars heading towards the explosion; clearly, the ones on the ground were simply the ones who didn't have a ride. _{freeweɓnovēl.coɱ}

It just so happened that they were all Advanced- rank individuals. Perfect for farming.

Atticus moved fast and very precisely, targeting soldiers in secluded areas, ambushing and killing them before they could even make a sound. The instant Atticus killed them, he kept their bodies inside one of the spatial storages.

This tactic of his worked like a charm. He remained invisible, brutally and unexpectedly killing the soldiers before they could even have time to understand what was going on.

Many might call Atticus's actions cruel, and indeed they were, killing a random bunch of soldiers who practically hadn't done anything to him. It was wrong on every level.

He had decided to kill those who tried to kill him, and although he didn't know for sure, Atticus had no doubts that should they catch him, they wouldn't hesitate to do so; if they could.

He wasn't trying to justify his actions, they were bad and he had already accepted this. But at the very least he was right.

After a while of doing this, Atticus clicked on his artifact, checking his current summit points:

Summit points: 1,510

He had killed a total of 30 men. Seeing his current summit points, Atticus nodded in satisfaction; it was enough.

Atticus chose a dark spot inside an alleyway and released his ethereal cloak art, planning on resting for a few minutes before he moved.

After years of practice, he had increased the time he could maintain the ethereal cloak art by staggering levels, but at the end of the day, it wasn't limitless. He still had to regain his balance, especially after using it for a long period.

After a few minutes, a mana cloak engulfed Atticus' figure, his body becoming translucent and disappearing in the next second.

Mana suddenly coalesced around Atticus's legs, his figure shooting forward and running up the building.