Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 733

Chapter 733 Regenerari

Inside a brightly lit room, a brutal scene was unfolding.

A young boy that was no older than eighteen, was repeatedly being crushed beneath a massive, jagged rock which was suspended from the ceiling.

Each time the rock slammed into him, it left behind nothing but mangled remains, flesh and blood being scattered across the ground like debris.

But then, something astonishing would happen. From the ruins of his body, cells multiplied at an impossible rate. Skin, bones, muscle, all reformed in perfect symmetry, and within seconds, the boy stood whole again, his aura just a bit more powerful than before.

The process repeated. Over and over.

The rock rose, shifted, and crashed down again. Each time it changed—its edges sharper and its heat molten. It reduced him to nothing but a single arm. Yet in moments, that arm grew back into a flawless body.

Again, the rock fell and educed him to just wrists. Then, just fingers. And each time, he regenerated faster, more efficiently—from a drop of blood, from a single cell.

The rock's force increased with every strike, vibrating with intense power. But no matter how it crushed him, the boy always recovered—instantly, perfectly.

This grueling cycle went on for hours.

At last, the rock stopped. Silence filled the hall as the boy stood tall once more, his bare chest gleaming under the bright lights.

Muscles rippled across his body, skin flawless, and dark hair falling effortlessly into place. His physique was perfection itself—abs like carved marble, shoulders broad, with an aura of invincibility around him.

As he stepped out of the hall, a cold, neutral faced girl stood waiting, a robe in hand. She offered it to him without a word, her pretty face unreadable.

Despite the fact that he was stark naked, she didn't flinch. Clearly, this was routine.

He grabbed the robe, a smirk curling at his lips as his gaze lingered on her face.

"Why don't you ever smile? Just once?" he teased.

She looked at him, unimpressed. "Because you haven't earned it." Her tone was flat, her expression colder than ice.

He chuckled, pulling the robe over his shoulders. "One day, Yara. One day."

Yara didn't respond. She only turned and gestured toward the courtyard. "He's waiting."

Torren sighed, the playful edge instantly leaving his voice. "The old man, huh?" He reluctantly followed her outside, stepping into the sunlight.

There, at the entrance to the courtyard, stood a man dressed in elaborate robes. Though his face seemed youthful, Torren knew better. This was Oren, one of the Elders of the Regenerari.

"You missed the meeting again," Oren said, his voice filled with disapproval.

Torren Vialis, Apex of the Regenerari, smiled, unbothered by the elder's scolding tone.