Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 805

Chapter 805 Jackpot

Words could not do justice in describing the intensity with which Atticus trained over the following week.

Previously, he had allowed himself to have breaks in order to rest and regain his strength; however, this time, he went all out. The breaks he took were so brief they could hardly be considered breaks at all.

What made this relentless schedule feasible was that most of his training was done while seated. Atticus couldn't count the number of times he entered a state of absolute focus.

It couldn't be helped. Depending on the art, some learning processes required minimal movement. Given the supportive nature of each technique in the art, he ended up remaining in place for extended periods of time. In this case, it had actually been a blessing.

Despite this, Atticus still hadn't been able to learn all the techniques. It wasn't impossible; it was simply that each technique was incredibly difficult and took time to master.

'No wonder they chose to release it,' he thought.

For many, Atticus doubted this art would even be useful. One had to consider various aspects before attempting to learn such an art.

Each technique was based on an ability of the superior races, with profound underlying characteristics that Atticus had to learn from scratch. A process that was both time consuming and mentally taxing.

Atticus couldn't help but suspect that the superior races, or the Dimensari especially, were attempting to sabotage his progress during the one year training period.

Anyone who saw the art would be compelled to devote themselves entirely to mastering it, and for most, even a year wouldn't be enough. They'd likely spend the year trying to learn the art instead of developing their existing abilities and actually growing stronger.

Fortunately, Atticus was not like most people. While he hadn't learned all the techniques in a week, he had made significant progress.

Soon enough, Magnus suggested he take a break from training to clear his head. Atticus had been so focused that his thoughts had become tangled, slowing his progress.

Atticus didn't argue and slipped back to his room, carefully avoiding the crowd of ladies who, surprisingly, hadn't dispersed. After a bath, he slept for two hours before waking up.

Atticus meditated on his bed, clearing his mind completely. Feeling refreshed, he left his room but didn't return to the advanced training room. Instead, he headed to a specific room upstairs in the Ravenstein mansion.

Upon entering, a smile spread across his face as he saw the plethora of gifts lined up inside.

'Jackpot.'

His excitement was palpable. These were gifts from various families across the human domain and even some from other races.

Atticus's gaze drifted to a particular section, and he immediately approached, his eyes lighting up as he examined the gifts from the Dragon race and the Aeonians.