Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 728

Chapter 728 Dinner

Atticus's eyes wandered down his stats, only to freeze when he spotted something that hadn't been there before.

'Spirit element?'

For a moment, confusion filled his mind before his memory replayed a recent event. Back when the Obsidian Order's paragon, Blackgate, had arrived, Seraphina had enveloped him inside a protective construct. It had been strange, almost otherworldly.

'That must be it. Only the Starhavens deal with spirits.'

This was the first time Atticus had come across the term "spirit element." He had always assumed that the Starhaven bloodline simply formed an innate connection with spirits because of their unique bond with the planet. But now he realized there was more to it.

'I shouldn't waste time trying to understand this now. I'll leave it for later. I need to focus on something that can make a difference on the battlefield.'

He decided to set the spirit element aside for now. As powerful as its potential might be, potential wasn't what he needed. Immediate results were.

'Six days left.'

That was all the time he had before the Nexus began. Atticus couldn't afford to slack off now.

'If they're reincarnates, I can't take any chances.'

His own talent was thanks to the body and power he'd been born into in this life, as well as the fact that he was living a second one. But who's to say the other apexes weren't in the same situation?

What if they, too, had been reincarnated, gifted with talented bodies and the wisdom of past lives? The thought sent a chill through him. The fact that the first assumption had already been proven made it all worse.

He had fought Ae'ark, but Ae'ark wasn't even among the strongest.

'I need to be ready for the worst.'

Satisfied with his progress after reviewing his stats, Atticus took a deep breath and entered a state of meditation. He stayed in that deep meditative state, letting the events of the past days wash over him—the battle, the loss, and Freya's death.

After a few moments, Atticus stood up, his resolve firm. He left the room and made his way to the advanced training facilities. There, he instructed everyone not to disturb him and made them promise not to tell his mother, Anastasia, that he was training.

He settled down in the middle of the vast training room, sitting cross-legged. Atticus replayed the events of the past days in his mind, focusing particularly on Freya.

He saw her smile, remembered her loving gestures, and then the day Ariel died, the sorrow that followed, and all the bad that had come afterward.

A wave of emotions hit him, stronger than anything he had felt before.

Atticus knew what he had to do. His bond with the elements had always been linked to his emotions, and this was an opportunity. With a deep breath, he immersed himself in his feelings, letting them fuel his connection to the elements.

Minutes turned into hours as night fell.

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"Young master! The lady is looking for you!"

Atticus's eyes snapped open, breaking him out of his intense meditation. He immediately stood up and opened the door to find Arya, nervously biting her fingers. Yotad appeared behind her, confused at her frantic behavior.

Atticus chuckled, though a bead of sweat formed on his brow. "Stop overreacting, Arya. We'll make sure she doesn't find out."

Arya looked at him with wide, panicked eyes. "But... I can't lie to her! You know how the lady is—she'll know I'm hiding something. She always knows!"

Atticus smiled, trying to calm her down, but the thought of Anastasia finding out sent a wave of nervousness through him. "Look, Arya, just relax. It's fine. I'll make it back to my room before she notices anything."

Arya's face paled, and she muttered under her breath, "I shouldn't have agreed..."

Seeing her in such a state made Atticus chuckle even more, though the tension in his own chest grew. 'If she catches me training...' He didn't dare finish the thought. Anastasia had strict rules about his recovery, and the consequences of breaking them weren't worth imagining.

He shot a quick glance down the hallway, ensuring no one was watching before bolting toward his room, moving swiftly and quietly as he darted through the shadows.

He slipped through the corridors like a thief, making sure no one saw him coming out of the training room.

As Atticus finally reached his door, he wiped the sweat from his brow and quietly slipped inside, letting out a sigh of relief. He made it just in time.

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With a large sigh, Atticus sat back on his bed, catching his breath.