Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 651

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The next simulation was quite simple. It mirrored the previous one, but this time, Atticus was required to utilize mana.

He noticed a significant similarity between this learning process and when he had been mastering the second art.

He had first focused on mastering the physical movements before learning how to channel mana effectively. Fortunately, he was already familiar with mana manipulation, making this phase a bit easier.

'I have to synchronize my mana flow with my movements,' he thought.

This current challenge was different from the previous one. Atticus had to match each flow and slash with his mana. Additionally, he quickly realized that the projectiles were stronger now, each one enveloped in a layer of mana.

The sound of the air tearing grew louder as the projectiles moved at speeds multiple times faster than before. Although Atticus was prepared, he found himself with far less time to react. Even with his perception heightened to the maximum, the projectiles moved with such insane speed that they caught him off guard.

'Shit!'

Multiple projectiles struck Atticus like wrecking balls smashing into a humanoid watermelon.

He reappeared and instantly heard Cedric laughing heartily from the side. Rolling his eyes, Atticus returned to the center of the room, settling into a stance.

A chime resounded, followed by the mana-coated projectiles shooting toward Atticus at blinding speed.

This time, he was ready. Atticus became a blur as he cut down each projectile at inhuman speed, an azure streak filling the space.

Now able to utilize mana, he also benefited from its passive recovery. However, this task proved to be even more daunting than the last one. It required more effort, and more importantly, Atticus had to keep his perception at full throttle throughout the process.

Like before, the projectiles seemed endless until, eventually, a loud chime sounded, signaling the end.

Atticus was granted a brief moment of respite before he was forced to stand and continue the process once again.

This cycle continued for days until Atticus was able to meet the minimum time required to move on to the next stage.

"You look like shit," Cedric remarked.

Atticus, focused on catching his breath, chose not to respond. Aside from the first time, he had died multiple times again due to small errors, and Cedric never failed to laugh at him each time.

Breathing heavily on the floor, Atticus eventually caught his breath and shakily stood up. It had been a hellish few days, and he had to push himself continuously. The

situation wouldn't have been so bad if he had access to either his water or light element. Beyond aiding movement, he was more focused on their healing capabilities.

"What's next?" Atticus asked as he stood up.

Cedric smiled, finding Atticus's current state amusing. "You should rest for a bit. The subsequent lessons will be taught by me."

Atticus saw no issue with this and even welcomed the extra rest. He slumped down on the floor and slept for a few hours.

Waking up feeling refreshed, Atticus approached Cedric.