Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 759

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Atticus's perception was working in complete overdrive, his mind processing the battle at speeds only someone who had faced death countless times could ever achieve. Each of Carius's attacks was a blur to the majority of the onlookers watching from outside, but Atticus was reading every move, calculating, adjusting. He read every single nuance of Carius's movement, his senses completely heightened, and his connection with the space element growing to unimaginable heights.

But as the clashes went on, something felt off.

No matter how perfectly Atticus predicted Carius's strikes or moved to counter them, he was always a fraction of a second behind. He had always been the one to read people during battles. However, it seemed now as though Carius was the one reading him— anticipating every action before Atticus could even execute it.

Carius attacked relentlessly, flickering in and out of existence, his movements faster than a blink, his sword appearing from different angles with effortless precision.

The coldness in Carius's gaze was unsettling; it lacked any trace of excitement or joy— just calculation.

Soon enough, Atticus felt it again— death.

His instincts flared to life, warning him of the incoming danger once more. He instantly attempted to dodge, darting to the side at superhuman speed. And yet, the blade still appeared inches from cutting his neck.

Atticus's mind raced, trying to process the baffling situation.

'Is it that?' Atticus thought, his pulse calm.

During his training with Magnus, the man had listed down every single known ability of the Dimensari and had Atticus fight a simulated battle with each data. Among those abilities, what was happening fit one of them.

His assumption was soon proven as Atticus saw it— the flicker of light in Carius's eyes.

'Dimensional perception,' Atticus suddenly realized.

His thoughts sharpened as understanding dawned on him. 'He's seeing through multiple dimensions at once, watching me in all of them, and predicting my every move.'

Carius was not simply fast; he was seeing across multiple dimensions at the same time, watching Atticus's movements in each one. He wasn't just reacting to Atticus's actions— he was seeing all the possible ways Atticus could move before they even happened in the present reality, making it nearly impossible to surprise him.

It was like fighting someone who could predict the future.

Atticus's expression firmed, his katana flashing as he parried a blow to his left. He countered with a powerful horizontal slash, but Carius was already gone.

His form appeared behind Atticus, his blade inches away from severing his spine.

Regardless, Atticus remained calm, Magnus's words echoing in his mind.

"Survive the first strike, identify the ability, then it becomes a process."

The ability had already been identified, and now he began the process.

Atticus's thoughts abruptly shifted to the darkness element, its molecules swirling around him.

In the next instant, he vanished— not just from this world, but from all dimensions.