Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 543

?The number of thoughts flashing in Atticus's head at this moment was staggering. It was so numerous that many wouldn't even try to count them.

And yet, despite the staggering number of scenarios playing in his head, at the end of the day, only a single one remained.

As soon as it popped up, Atticus held on to it as though it were his last hope. The thought was immediately brought forward, scrutinized thoroughly, bit by bit and inch by inch until what was once a small thought at the far back of his mind blossomed into something remarkable.

Atticus had absolutely no idea what the boy in front of him was. Magnus had made it a point to ensure he had no knowledge about his opponent. He didn't even know the boy's race!

He did not know their behavior, their culture, how they lived, how they reacted to things. Nor did he know their structure of government and how they were led. Most importantly, Atticus had no idea about their abilities.

'Always expect the unexpected' Magnus's words couldn't help but pop into his head despite the dire situation.

What did Magnus mean? The meaning of those words was incredibly simple, so simple that Atticus had long since known.

He shouldn't rely on pre-made information despite their truths. He should take everything with a grain of salt, and whenever he was in battle, he should only act based on information that he had seen, felt, and confirmed.

Atticus had analyzed, analyzed, and analyzed: why were his attacks phasing through the boy's body as though it were an illusion? Why were some of his attacks hitting his hard fist? Was his body made of mist? Why were none of his elements working, not even space?

There were many possibilities, and Atticus could say with certainty that he had gone through most, if not all, of them.

Atticus had tuned in completely to his sense of feel and tried to sense every single nuance when his hand phased through. He had focused his every attention on the boy as his attack phased through him.

It took him a minute—a time that sounded short but, considering the current situation, was truly incredibly long.

Atticus had felt it.

The insanely subtle way the boy's mana signature changed each time his hand phased through.

This small discovery immediately made him think about the entrance of the shadow Seraphon's cave back at his division camp.

In order to enter the cave, Atticus had to mimic the mana signature of the barrier to phase through.

Atticus hadn't dared, not even for a second, to think about trying it out on a normal human being.

Signatures were changing at every moment, and despite this, Atticus's flesh, blood, and bones weren't so in tune with mana that it would make it possible to ignore them and phase through another. Humans in general would definitely have this problem.

But what if… what if there was another race of people without this limitation? A race with control over mana so mind-boggling that they could effortlessly mimic the signature of another person in an instant?

The fact that he was using elements didn't matter. They were fundamentally made from mana and each carried Atticus's mana signature.