Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 843

Chapter 843 Beginning

Atticus saw everything. The moment Ozeroth opened his eyes. The moment Ozeroth first learned to speak. The moment Ozeroth first took life.

The memories were endless, flashing through Atticus's mind at a rapid pace. Yet, to him, it felt as though time slowed, as though he were watching a vivid, endless movie unfold before his eyes.

To Atticus, it was beautiful.

In the brief moments he had interacted with Ozeroth, Atticus had discerned two things: Ozeroth was prideful to his core, and he was powerful beyond comprehension.

But now, Atticus saw past the overwhelming presence. He saw past the pride and the might, delving deep into who Ozeroth truly was.

A being that wanted to stand at the top.

Even as Atticus's body tore itself apart and rebuilt anew, a faint smile crossed his lips. He was excited, more excited than he had ever been.

Time passed, and Ozeroth's deep, guttural laughter rang out once more, resonating through the battlefield, shaking the bones of everyone who heard it.

His golden eyes burned brighter, illuminating the space around him, even as the light surrounding his form began to dim. His massive body began to shrink as the bond neared completion.

His voice boomed, each word laced with dominance.

"Remember this moment," Ozeroth declared. "This is the day the universe trembled. The day I, Ozeroth, chose to bond with Atticus."

It sounded like a decree, a message to the world that Ozeroth had chosen this 17-year-old boy as his equal.

As the final words echoed, the light vanished, leaving only Atticus standing in its place.

His body had transformed.

He had grown taller, his frame radiating unbridled power. His muscles were harder, his very presence commanding, and his hair, a vivid mix of purple and blue, whipped behind him as if it were alive.

His eyes, now swirling with shades of purple and blue, burned with an intensity that seemed to pierce the very fabric of reality.

A faint, glowing aura wrapped around him, shifting between deep violet and pure azure, exuding a force that seemed limitless.

Blackgate's narrowed gaze turned to pinpricks once more, his heart pounding erratically against his chest. He could feel the sheer magnitude of power emanating from Atticus, and it froze his breath.

'For a 17-year-old…' Blackgate dared not finish the thought, knowing that to do so would make him question his sanity.

If a paragon felt this way, there were no words to describe what the grandmasters behind Blackgate were experiencing.

The relief Alvis and Elysia had felt earlier was gone, shattered beyond repair. Every grandmaster was drowning in fear. Their earlier confidence had crumbled, replaced by a paralysis that gripped their entire being.

None of them could move. Each one was frozen in disbelief, their eyes fixed on Atticus.

What had just been created before them?

As they struggled with their emotions, Atticus stood calmly amidst it all. The ground beneath him trembled, unable to bear the weight of the unimaginable power coursing through him.

He could see things he had never dreamed of seeing before: the flow of energy, currents of mana and spiritual energy intertwining through the air and around the people near him.

He felt emotions not entirely his own—Ozeroth's pride, vast and unshakable, surging within him like a mighty storm. _{fгeewebnovёl.com}

But most of all, Atticus felt an overwhelming sense of supremacy.

The world felt beneath him.

He was strong. He was apex. He was peak.

His eyes locked onto Blackgate and the branch heads floating high in the sky. His lips parted, and his voice reverberated like a divine decree.

"Floating in the air, looking down at me? How quaint. Bow, or fall."