Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 846

Chapter 846 Eternal Labyrinth

Blackgate couldn't understand it.

He had used his gates all his life, in every battle he'd faced. They had collapsed countless times, against overwhelming force, when his control slipped, or when he pushed them beyond their limits.

He had seen them break under pressure from opponents stronger than him, shatter when he misjudged the flow of mana, and collapse when faced with overwhelming attacks.

But this… this was different.

With just a single flicker of his eyes, Atticus had collapsed his gate. No overwhelming force, no drawn-out battle, just one moment, and it was gone.

No, it wasn't that he couldn't comprehend it. His mind was just finding it hard to accept. Blackgate could understand it in theory. Atticus had seized control of the gate, manipulating it from the inside and forcing it to collapse.

It was insane.

The fact that Atticus had taken control of his power so easily made Blackgate's pride burn.

He gritted his teeth, his rage peaking. But that didn't last. Fear took over.

As Atticus's katana descended toward his head, Blackgate felt his entire life flash before his eyes. But he instantly rid his mind of the thought.

He wouldn't be dying today.

His hand clenched as he roared.

"Explode!"

Blackgate's roar shattered the air.

Instantly, countless black gates materialized, spinning wildly in every direction around them. Atticus's katana froze mid-swing. He barely had time to react before—

BOOM.

The world detonated.

Shockwaves rippled out, faster than sound, carving the sky in jagged streaks of violent crimson and deep obsidian.

The heavens seemed to shatter as the explosions reverberated, bending clouds and painting the horizon in hues of blood and ash. A blinding flash drowned everything in stark light, then plunged the world into chaos.

The ground beneath trembled violently, as if the earth itself was trying to flee the destruction. Structures in the distance cracked, their remnants rising like dust in a storm.

Magnus and the other paragons stood still against the tide of destruction, their eyes narrowing to slits.

Their auras flared as they moved in unison, shields of mana and elemental force erupting to contain the cascading devastation.

As the cataclysm ended, Blackgate's cold voice pierced the stilling air.

"Eternal Labyrinth."

The world froze.

Then, an immense pitch-black vortex consumed the sky. Darkness poured forth, swallowing the sun.

A deep, oppressive shadow blanketed the sector, and silence replaced the lingering echoes of the explosions. The swirling blackness seemed alive, pulsing and twisting, as though it were an entity of chaos itself.

Magnus acted immediately, his spear of lightning appearing in his hand, arcs of electricity dancing along its length. Instantly, he hurled it.

CRACK!

The spear shot forward like a star falling from the heavens, slamming into the swirling mass.

A thunderous explosion erupted on impact, and entire chunks of the black vortex vaporized in an instant, but—

It reformed. Just as fast, just as solid.

Magnus's eyes narrowed. The energy of his strike still lingered, but the mass had devoured it entirely. His expression darkened, his aura surging to an even greater peak. Just as he was about to attack again—