Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 848

Chapter 848 Cockroach

From the wave of information Ozeroth had given him, Atticus had discovered something incredible.

Spiritual energy.

It wasn't like mana. Atticus already knew this, but what he didn't know was just how different it truly was. Spiritual energy wasn't just another form of energy, it was a higher, more profound one compared to mana.

With mana, having great talent almost guaranteed progression in the ranks. But with spiritual energy, it was entirely different. Its talents were divided into two categories: raw potential and refined mastery.

For the former, it was akin to what Seraphina and most of the Starhaven family possessed. They could absorb spiritual energy and rank up, increasing their power.

But the latter was far more profound. This talent belonged to individuals who could delve deeper into the essence of spiritual energy itself.

Although it could augment the body, spiritual energy wasn't tied to it, it was connected to the soul, the deepest part of one's being.

It didn't just enhance power; it revealed truth. It unraveled the lies of the world, exposed weaknesses, and reshaped reality itself. But wielding it wasn't simple. It required more than strength or talent.

It demanded clarity.

Ozeroth had taught Atticus this truth. Every living being had a baseline of spiritual energy, but most people could only access a fraction of it unless they underwent significant personal growth or emotional breakthroughs.

The clearer the soul, the stronger the connection to spiritual energy. And once connected, it didn't follow the rules, it rewrote them.

Of course, this was an ability so advanced that not even the usual Atticus should have been able to achieve it. It required perfect peace and a connection with the spiritual energy in the air.

However, currently, Atticus was far from normal. He was in the zone.

And because of this, in the heat of this chaotic world, Atticus had achieved that connection. He had let go of distractions, focused his mind, and embraced the clarity Ozeroth demanded of him.

Now, his spiritual energy didn't just flow, it surged, consuming the lies of the labyrinth and bending its fabricated rules to his will. _{freёwebnovel.com}

Atticus appeared in front of Blackgate, his blade plummeting with intense momentum, causing the sky to split.

CRACK!

The blade connected.

A deafening silence swept over the battlefield as the veil of Blackgate's labyrinth shattered. Time seemed to freeze.

The paragons waiting outside, Magnus, Seraphina, Oberon, and the others, watched with their breaths caught in their throats.

Their gazes locked onto the scene unfolding before them, their hearts pounding hard against their chests as the impossible took shape.

Atticus's body brimmed with an overwhelming, otherworldly aura of spiritual energy. The blade in his hand radiated an intense, searing purple light, carving through the air like the scythe of death itself.

As a paragon, Blackgate could feel everything. The air tearing apart as Atticus's blade descended. The vibrations of space rippling under the force of spiritual energy. The suffocating pressure of power bearing down on him, making it feel as though the very laws of existence were fracturing.

His face contorted in horror, his silvery eyes trembling with fear. His body froze, his instincts screaming at him to move, but he couldn't.

Everything had happened so fast. In one instant, he was controlling his labyrinth, certain of Atticus's death. In the next, he was the one about to die.

Was this truly reality?

As that question echoed in Blackgate's head, his eyes met Atticus's.

Atticus's gaze was the embodiment of detachment. There wasn't a shred of emotion on his face. His movements were abrupt, deliberate, final. It didn't seem as though he was about to end the life of a human.

The katana descended.