Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 812

Chapter 812 Idleness

As Atticus's words dropped, the sanctum masters could swear they heard something shatter.

Ulithi's expression twisted, and his lips trembled as he asked,

"W-why?"

Atticus smiled wryly, shaking his head.

"I'm trying to hold off on something for now. I'm sorry," he explained, offering only as much information as he felt comfortable with.

The other sanctum masters tried hard to stifle their laughter, but a few chuckles still slipped out as they saw the profound sadness on Ulithi's face. Atticus had managed to form all the other domains except his, and now he was saying he had to stop? Ulithi felt cheated.

"W-when?"

He managed to ask.

"Honestly, I'm not sure yet. But it will be very soon. You don't have to worry. I still plan on forming my domain… just not now."

Ulithi's mouth moved as though to speak, but no words came out. His mind churned with different scenarios. What if he died without witnessing the boy forming his domain? His thoughts shifted toward his poor life habits. As a grandmaster+, he had a potbelly!

'I have to change,' Ulithi realized inwardly. _{ƒrēewebnovel.com}

If anyone could hear his thoughts, they would have been shocked to see that this lazy man wanted to change because of Atticus. Once again, the kid had pulled off a miracle.

After paying his respects and assuring Ulithi he would return, Atticus left the elemental sanctums and descended back toward the estate.

'Middle master+ rank.'

Currently, Atticus was still in the master+ rank, but he had already reached the end of its middle stage.

The formation of his darkness domain would have pushed him to the upper stage, but for now, Atticus didn't want that. Although it would significantly increase his power, it didn't change the fact that he would be treading a thin line.

Atticus knew himself well. He could easily discover a new power and, before he knew it, rank up unintentionally. The last thing he wanted was to be caught off guard when he got transported into the katana's world.

Returning to the estate with his incubator, Atticus rested for a day. The consecutive formation of multiple domains had taken a toll on him, and he needed significant rest.

The day passed, and after refreshing himself, Atticus left the estate and headed to the training room.

The usual flock of ladies lingered outside, but Atticus had bigger priorities. He dedicated himself to training once more, shifting between the superior race art and the space element, though he focused more on the former.

In preparation for the katana's realm, Atticus had to prioritize his mana based arts. The variability and strength of the superior race art made it perfect for this situation.

Time passed as he trained. He felt his mastery increase significantly, and though he didn't actively do anything, he could feel his connection to the egg deepening.

Each moment they spent together made it more vivid in expressing its emotions. Atticus could now tell when it was happy, sad, or afraid.

As the connection deepened, so did the egg's clinginess. At one point, Atticus couldn't even shower on his own anymore. Everywhere he went, he had to take the egg along.

But Atticus didn't mind. As their bond grew, he found himself becoming fond of the beast inside. He had no idea what was coming, but it didn't change the fact that their lives were becoming inseparable.

As time passed, Atticus continued to receive invitation letters from other races and, oddly enough, even from other tiered families of the human domain. These invitations were for birthday balls and all sorts of events. However, after his own birthday ball, Atticus couldn't fathom why he would attend another one.

Maybe for the sake of the world?

Weeks turned into a month, and during that time, Atticus successfully mastered all the techniques in the superior race art.

Standing in the middle of the advanced training room, his gaze was fixed forward. To any observer, it seemed as though Atticus was simply staring into space, but in reality, it was as if he was in a different world entirely.

The world appeared… different. He could see everything. Even without relying on his perception, Atticus could see tiny orbs of blue light hovering in the air. He could make out the tiny, multicolored elemental molecules around him. He could sense things he never thought possible, even without trying.

It was surreal. It felt as though his perception had been elevated to a level he had never comprehended before, a level where even its passive effects were overwhelming.

He had felt it each time he learned an art of a superior race. It was as if he was collecting pieces of a puzzle. And now, he knew he didn't have all the pieces he needed to complete the whole picture.

He needed more.

'Is it the other races?'

Atticus couldn't figure it out fully, but he felt it was the most likely answer. Considering everything, all he had were the arts of the superior races.

There were still the mid and lower races whose techniques he hadn't acquired. Atticus felt compelled to seek them out.