Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 867

Chapter 867 Observe

The torture continued, unrelenting. The cries of Alvis and Elysia echoed throughout the underground prison, their agony reverberating off the cold stone walls.

Even the other prisoners, locked away in separate cells, shuddered with fear. They could almost feel the pain being inflicted on the two.

The cycle repeated endlessly: pain, healing, and then pain again.

Time passed, but for the prisoners, it felt like an eternity. The screams of Alvis and Elysia eventually blended into a haunting symphony of suffering that filled the prison.

The other prisoners trembled, each silently praying they would never endure the same fate.

When it finally ended, hours had passed, and night had fallen.

Atticus walked out of the prison. His steps were slow and steady, his expression calm, almost serene. Not a drop of blood stained his clothes. It was as though he hadn't just spent hours unleashing unspeakable torture.

In his mind, Ozeroth's voice echoed.

"From a momma's boy to a cold-blooded torturer. You're one weird human."

"You've done worse," Atticus replied, recalling the countless scenes of torture he'd seen in Ozeroth's memories. The spirit had been exceptionally cruel in its time.

Ozeroth laughed loudly. "Ah, you've seen those? Well… those fools were stupid enough to challenge me without knowing their place. A lesson needed to be taught, no? We can't have them remain foolish forever, can we?"

Atticus shook his head, muttering under his breath, "They deserved it."

Ozeroth chuckled, a low, rumbling sound.

"Deserve has nothing to do with it. You do it because you can. Because no one can stop you. Because, deep down, you enjoy it, even if you won't admit it."

Atticus didn't respond.

The prison door slammed shut behind him as he ascended the steps. When he finally reached the surface, the air was eerily still.

He stood there for a moment, staring into the quiet darkness. Then he exhaled, slow and steady, before starting his walk back to the mansion.

Inside the mansion, the hallways were silent as Atticus moved toward his room. Near the door, he spotted Anastasia approaching with a tray of food.

"Should you be moving around already?" she asked, her voice filled with concern.

Atticus smiled faintly, though inwardly he rolled his eyes. She always worried too much. Even if he rested for a century, it wouldn't be enough for her.

"I just took a walk," he said, stepping forward to give her a brief hug.

Ozeroth's scoff echoed in his mind, but Atticus ignored it.

Letting go of Anastasia, he followed her into the room and sat down to eat. He ate quietly, savoring the meal as it replenished his strength after the long day. Anastasia didn't interrupt, simply watching him with a warm smile. She hoped he would stay home for a long time.

When he finished, Anastasia left, leaving him alone. He sat cross-legged on his bed and closed his eyes.

His breathing slowed as he entered a hyper-focused state.

Atticus focused on his newly awakened spiritual sense. Though he had tested it earlier and discovered some interesting abilities, he still needed to grow accustomed to it. As it stood, using it effectively in battle was far from possible.

He spent some time refining his control and exploring its capabilities before finally drifting off to sleep.

The night passed quickly.

Morning came.

Atticus woke early, his routine unchanged. He freshened up, trained, meditated in his room for a while, and prepared for the day.

But today, something felt different.

Atticus left the mansion, his steps taking him to a part of the estate he hadn't visited since he was a child.

The training grounds.

As he reached the area, he stopped for a moment, taking in the sight.