Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 808

Chapter 808 Moon

Atticus continued his training on the superior races' art. As time passed, his progress steadily increased.

He focused on learning the basics of each technique in the art rather than mastering a single one. His approach was simple: as soon as he grasped the fundamentals and understood the underlying principles of a technique, he moved on to the next.

There were exactly nine techniques in the art, each representing a superior race, and Atticus had successfully learned five of them so far: the Dimensari, Vampyros, Obliteri, Evolari, and Regenerari techniques, in that order.

Each technique had presented its own unique challenges. As he learned them, he experienced profound changes, not just in his abilities but deep within himself.

It was as though his understanding of the world expanded with each new technique. He couldn't fully explain it, but he could feel it, an inexplicable shift in perspective.

Out of the five, the Dimensari technique had been the easiest to learn. With his solid grasp of the space element already, the rest of the technique came naturally. The others, however, had been far more challenging, requiring him to start from scratch.

After an extended period of training, for the first time, Atticus decided to pause and take a break.

"Is something wrong?" Magnus asked as he returned to the training room, noticing Atticus standing. It was unusual to see the boy voluntarily stop training.

Atticus shook his head. "Nothing. I just thought I should take a break."

Magnus's eyes narrowed. "Are you hurt? Did the art injure you in any way?" He appeared in front of Atticus almost instantly, scrutinizing him thoroughly with a worried expression.

Atticus felt a surge of embarrassment. 'I know I like training, but really?'

He rolled his eyes with a small smile. "I'm fine, Grandpa. I just thought I'd take a walk. Nothing is wrong with me."

But Magnus wasn't convinced. His intense gaze remained fixed on Atticus, searching for any signs of injury or distress.

With a sigh, Atticus spent the next few minutes reassuring Magnus that he was perfectly fine. Eventually, though reluctantly, Magnus backed off, allowing him to leave the training room.

It was nighttime, and the moon bathed the entire estate in its serene silver glow.

Atticus stepped outside, feeling a rare sense of calm. He was relieved that the group of ladies who had been waiting for him earlier wasn't around now.

What Atticus didn't realize was that the real reason for their absence wasn't a lack of desperation. Instead, the long hours they spent waiting for him during the day often ruined their outfits and makeup, leaving them no choice but to retreat for the night to refresh themselves, only to return looking even better the next day.

For now, though, the quiet night belonged to him.

Atticus decided to remain cautious. Camouflaging himself and the incubator behind him, he walked quietly through the estate. _{frёeweɓηovel.coɱ}

As he reached one of the larger buildings, he suddenly stopped and released his camouflage. Turning his gaze to the roof, he narrowed his eyes.

'Who?'

He had felt a presence up there. Without hesitation, his body shot upwards, landing on the roof in an instant. Killing his own presence, he carefully approached the figure he had sensed.

At the highest edge of the roof sat a girl, bathed in the moon's silvery glow. The light outlined her figure perfectly as she sat, seemingly meditating. She wore a form-fitting, battle-hardened attire that reminded Atticus of Earth's Amazon warriors.

For a moment, he was mesmerized.

Her back was to him, but Atticus could sense that she was alert despite her meditative state.

'The Aquilora family,' he recognized.

Just as he was about to turn and head back down, she suddenly turned and looked straight at him. Her glowing silver eyes met his intense blue, and both froze in surprise.