Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 758

Chapter 758 Death

The world felt strange.

Atticus's perception was working in complete overdrive, slowing everything, the world down to a crawl. And yet, no matter how fast he moved— at speeds most watching couldn't comprehend— the distance between him and Carius simply refused to close.

Before Atticus could process it, he felt something familiar. A feeling gotten from weeks of constantly standing at death's door.

The feeling of death.

Atticus's body acted before he could think. His mana surged, the ground quaking as he tried to dart backward.

That was the action he intended to take, but to his shock, the opposite occurred— his form instead lunged forward.

Atticus' expression darkened.

A sharp blade gleamed in the otherwise dark world, descending toward him with terrifying force.

Atticus's instincts blared like a warning siren, his body moving straight into the path of the falling sword. _{freёwebnoѵel.com}

His mind raced, his brain desperately trying to force his body to move. Yet, he was somehow locked in place.

'He compressed the space around me,' Atticus's thoughts were remarkably clear as he analyzed the situation.

He couldn't deny it—Carius had gotten him good. The Dimensari apex had trapped him in an unexpected loop, manipulating his senses. He surprised Atticus with a sneak attack, momentarily halting his movements.

Each step of the plan was ingenious, which revealed Carius's brilliance as a strategist.

This battle would be unlike any Atticus had fought before.

Even as Carius's blade hovered inches from Atticus's forehead, there was no excitement in his eyes.

His expression was as neutral as it could be. To him, Atticus was nothing more than a small bug to be squashed.

But unfortunately for him, Atticus was many things, but a bug was not one of them.

Atticus's eyes flared, igniting in a brilliant crimson. His will surged like a coming storm.

His muscles strained, veins snaking across his skin like a living snake. His gaze hardened, and with a sudden burst of strength, he shattered the space binding him, his katana flashing upward.

The two blades met in mid air with an earth shaking clash. The sound of metal striking metal reverberated through the air like a thunderclap, sending shockwaves and sparks in every direction.

The force of the impact was immense, cracking the ground beneath them and creating fissures that spread out like a spider's web.

Both weapons trembled violently, sparks flying as the two apexes fought for dominance, neither yielding an inch.

Atticus figure held firm, his muscles straining, veins bulging beneath his skin as he pushed back against the overwhelming force of Carius's attack.

Their eyes locked— Atticus's burning with crimson fire, while Carius's remained cold and calculating. But there was the slightest flicker of surprise in Carius's gaze, a subtle widening of his eyes.

Even he hadn't expected Atticus to block that attack.

The battle had truly begun.

In an instant, their gazes sharpened, the atmosphere shifting. Their auras exploded like a wildfire, clashing violently, creating the force of a blazing storm. Then they vanished, leaving behind only flickers of sparks illuminating the dark arena as they collided again, faster than most could fathom.

Each strike was fierce, their weapons slashing through the air at terrifying speeds, as if the world itself was bending to their will.

Atticus's mind raced, processing the battle like a supercomputer. He calculated every step, adjusting, adapting.

'He hasn't gotten serious yet, and he's already giving off grandmaster- level strength,' Atticus thought.

Carius was indeed powerful. Even without going all out, his strength and speed had already reached grandmaster levels. Atticus was struggling— not because of Carius's overwhelming power but due to the erratic space they were fighting in. It felt as though the laws of physics were constantly shifting.

'The space is warping,' Atticus realized. 'Up becomes left, then right… the laws keep changing. No wonder everything feels off.'

It was disorienting and maddening. Anyone else would have been dead— or at least panicking.

But despite the chaotic battlefield, Atticus's gaze remained calm.

He could sense the turbulent flow of space around him, and although it threw him off balance, his mind was already adapting.

He didn't panic. He couldn't afford to.

Clang! Another clash of their weapons sent them skidding across the cracked ground, their auras blazing like wild flames.

Each impact sent tremors through his arms. His body moved on instinct, parrying each strike with his katana, but his mind remained elsewhere— analyzing, calculating, adapting.