Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 889

Chapter 889 Jinx

A pillar of blinding white light erupted from Atticus, tearing upward into the void above. The energy swirled, crackling violently before being absorbed back into his body.

BOOM.

The sound ripped through the space as Atticus became a streak of lightning, his thoughts splitting as the air currents gathering around him in formless waves.

His form blurred, his movements incomprehensible.

Lightning crackled with each shift, and air spiraled around him, compressing and expanding with each motion, filling the atmosphere with sharp bursts of energy.

The combined forces of air and lightning tore the atmosphere apart. The air currents sharpened his strikes, while the lightning amplified their destructive force.

In an instant, he was upon the figure.

Thousands of slashes tore through the air, every strike infused with the dual forces of air and lightning. Sonic booms erupted with each cut, the compressed air parting violently under the weight of his speed.

The slashes converged, forming a massive crimson arc charged with blinding electricity and razor-sharp wind. It tore through the space itself, racing toward the figure.

But the man didn't flinch.

With a faint smile, he raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

The crimson arc vanished.

Gone.

Atticus's eyes widened in shock. His mind raced, processing what had just happened.

The Dimensari… space manipulation.

'He teleported it.'

The crimson arc reappeared far in the distance, detonating with catastrophic force.

BOOM.

The explosion lit up the dark expanse, shaking the very foundation of the space. The force sent a blast of wind rushing back toward him, carrying the heat and power of the unleashed energy.

But the man didn't even glance at the destruction behind him.

With a faint smile, he raised his head slightly.

"Intriguing," the man said, his voice calm yet amused.

Atticus's instincts took over. His body moved on its own. He flickered again, faster, lightning itself, unbound and untamed.

His form dispersed, splitting into multiple streaks of crackling energy that zipped through the void. Each streak left a trail of crimson arcs in its wake, multiplying with blinding speed.

"Echo Strike," Atticus's cold voice echoed through the space.

The arcs multiplied. Thousands of crimson slashes materialized in the air, each a fraction of the original's power but no less devastating. They converged, forming a web of destruction around the man.

The figure's eyes flickered with surprise. He raised his hand to snap his fingers again but paused. A smile tugged at his lips.

"Impressive."

Each crimson slash was coated in space molecules, forcing the man to wrestle for control of the space when he tried to teleport them.

The man tilted his head to the side, marveling at Atticus's ingenuity. To think a human could have such affinity for the space element… a human from an unranked world nonetheless.

'As expected from his offspring.'

The attacks landed.

BOOM!

Dust and shockwaves exploded outward, shaking the entire space. The smooth floor cracked under the force, and the stars above flickered violently.

Atticus stood still, having put some distance between himself and the man. His katana was in hand, eyes narrowed.

"Did I get him?" he muttered.

Ozeroth snorted in his mind. 'You just had to jinx it.'

The dust cleared.

The air turned oppressive. Suffocating.