Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 557

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Atticus's gaze narrowed, his guard raised to full throttle.

The figure standing in front of him had a black suit covering his whole body with a red shroud over his face, exactly like his exosuit.

But there was no way Atticus would mistake his own physique. It was his identical copy.

'Is it the suit's will again?'

Atticus was instantly reminded of his first battle with his exosuit in his mindscape. But this time around, there was only nothingness all around him.

'Where's my will?' Atticus pondered hard. The last time he faced it, he had the full might of his will, but now there was nothing.

Even worse, Atticus didn't feel as though he was in top condition at all. He felt weak both mentally and physically; he was drained.

Atticus's eyes were fixed straight at the figure, his back slightly bent, ready to battle despite his fatigue.

A second passed and Atticus blinked, an action that took less than half a second. However, a gleaming katana blade appeared inches away from his forehead as his eyes opened.

'Shit,'

Atticus couldn't move nor react in time. Just as he was about to be sliced into two, a blinding white light ignited as tendrils of white lightning descended from above, appearing between the blade and Atticus, stopping its descent.

The lightning wrapped around the figure, an intense screech rocking the space as it started getting electrocuted. Its form trembled and shook, its black suit and body crumbling until it turned into a formless round small mass on the floor.

Atticus focused his gaze on the orb of lightning floating in front of him, "Grandfather?" he muttered.

However, he received no answer to his question. 'It has to be him; only he could probably achieve something like this,' Atticus pondered.

There was no other explanation he thought was possible. He knew for a fact that he hadn't been responsible for what just happened, so it could only be Magnus.

The orb of lightning multiplied in numbers, each one swirling around with Atticus in the middle.

'Are they trying to protect me?'

Seeing as he wouldn't get his answer, Atticus decided to use this opportunity to regain his strength.

Sitting down cross-legged, Atticus entered a deep state of meditation, breathing in and out calmly and constantly.

Atticus affirmed himself, remembering why he was here, why he was doing everything he was doing, why he was working so hard. Atticus affirmed himself.

Some time passed, but Atticus was unaware of how long. Slowly, little by little, the space started regaining some color, a vivid crimson sky reflecting down on him.

Atticus continued this until his will was completely recovered, the space completely engulfed by an intense crimson.

His gaze snapped open, noticing that the orbs of lightning were nowhere to be found. Atticus paid them no heed, turning towards the consciousness of the exosuit lying on the ground. Atticus instantly entered a deep state of thought, his hand slightly clenched.

'It's far more dangerous than I thought,'

Back during the leaders' summit, Atticus had used up all his will when he was escaping. Then, the consciousness of the exosuit had acted on him.

Atticus hadn't thought much of it back then, but now it seemed that anytime he was using the suit, his will finishing was nothing short of a death warrant.

What if Magnus hadn't been here? Wouldn't his consciousness be in split pieces by now? It was way too close.

'You're smarter than this, man. Why did you use it?'

Atticus scolded himself inwardly. It really didn't feel like him to give in to his emotions in such a way. He had forgotten everything, every consequence, and only wanted to win.

He had escaped this time around, but he might not be so lucky the next time.

Atticus willed himself out of his mindscape after reflecting for a while.

In the next second, Atticus's gaze flickered open and found himself looking at a familiar ceiling.

'My room on the airship?'

As Atticus attempted to stand up, he felt unimaginable pain that made him flinch. But he fought it and sat up straight.

Raising his arms, Atticus saw that his whole body was enveloped in tendrils of lightning, but he couldn't feel them causing any harm.

Turning his gaze left, he saw nothing. Then right, his eyes met the intense gray eyes of a very familiar old man.

Atticus's gaze widened, and he immediately tried to stand but saw that he couldn't move an inch.

Atticus's lowered head shot up, his eyes widened and fixed on Magnus, silently demanding answers. _{freēwēbnovel.com}