Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 744

Chapter 744 Nothing

Atticus felt his entire form twisting, and in the next instant, he was high up in the sky.

The wind whipped around him with intensity, blowing his hair and clothes backward as he fell at incredible speed.

The coldness in his eyes remained unchanged, his left hand gripping the hilt of his katana as he descended silently. When his feet finally touched the ground, the warped air around him settled. Despite the height from which he had fallen, there wasn't a single ripple on the ground upon his landing.

Before doing anything else, Atticus conducted a brief inspection of himself.

'My space storage isn't working, but I can't feel any restrictions on myself. I can access all my elements, my mana isn't restricted. Everything is just as I remember.'

It was good news. Atticus had only ever experienced restrictions in competitions— like during the leader's summit, when everything had been reduced to the bare minimum. It was an experience he never wanted to endure again.

He came out of his thoughts and began scanning his surroundings.

He stood in a dense, fog filled forest. The trees loomed overhead, twisted and alive, their branches shifting and reaching as if they could sense him.

In the next second, the ground beneath his feet rumbled slightly, as though the entire planet was aware of his presence.

The challenge had begun.

Atticus glanced ahead, narrowing his eyes as he gauged the vast distance between him and the planet's center.

He could hear it all—the howling beasts in the distance, the earth shifting beneath him, the dangerous living forest inching closer.

The entire world was alive with threats designed to kill, to break anyone who dared approach the center.

But none of that mattered.

Atticus remained calm, his every step deliberate.

The audience watching from the human domain and across all of Eldoralth expected a show.

They wanted to see each apex fight their way through this hostile world, struggling against beasts, surviving treacherous terrain, and pushing forward with grit and perseverance.

They wanted desperation and danger—a slow, painful climb to the inevitable showdown that would shake the world. _{freewebnøvel.coɱ}

But Atticus had other plans.

In every corner of the planet, the other apexes had the same thought burning in their minds:

Why wait?

The air around Atticus shifted, thickening as his presence expanded.

His normally cold blue eyes took on a crimson hue as his aura unfurled like a living storm, crackling with raw, untamed power.

The living trees that had been reaching for him suddenly froze, their twisted branches pausing in mid-air.

In the distance, the beasts charging relentlessly toward him stopped dead in their tracks, trembling under the weight of his presence.

Then, like a nuclear detonation, Atticus's aura exploded outward, reaching up into the sky.

The ground beneath him cracked and shattered, splintering from the sheer force of his power. He placed his hand on the hilt of his katana and entered a stance.

And he wasn't the only one.