Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 891

Chapter 891 Life & Death

"Oh, oh!" Whisker added, and they could all hear the sound of popcorn crunching in the background.

"Almost forgot! I set this audio to play just before you enter the space. Little heads-up: when you step inside, prepare your mind. Once you're in, it's all or nothing. You either succeed… or you die. No in-between! So think about that before you decide to go in. Anyway, good luck, and you're welcome!~"

The recording ended abruptly, leaving the hall in deafening silence.

Atticus blinked rapidly, far too shocked to speak. Even Ozeroth was silent, both of them trying to process what had just happened.

Was he serious right now?

Finally, Ozeroth broke the silence. 'Damn. What a crazy person.'

Atticus had no intention of refuting. Crazy was the only word to describe Whisker.

The man, however, seemed amused. He hummed thoughtfully, his voice resonating across the space.

"Hmm. So it was that beast who sent you here. Interesting."

Atticus's eyes sharpened. 'He knows Whisker?'

The man nodded faintly as though he could read his mind. "I must admit, I was surprised by his unique power. But it seems his strength isn't the only thing of note."

'He's been here before,' Atticus realized.

As the thought settled, his mind churned. If Whisker had already been here, why hadn't he just told him about the history? Why force him to go through all of this?

Atticus's grip on his katana tightened, his expression darkening.

'When I get out of this, I'm tearing that beast apart.'

He wanted nothing more than to follow through on that thought.

Suddenly, the air grew heavier, chilling Atticus to the core. The oppressive weight pressed down on his body.

His gaze locked onto the man as the aura surrounding him transformed, becoming denser, more suffocating, and filled with an intensity that made the space tremble.

Atticus's heart pounded, and his breath quickened as he watched the figure's body change.

Scales as dark as obsidian covered his skin, radiating power. Crimson eyes, glowing with the lethality of the Vampyros, stared through him.

Traces of every race appeared on the man's form: the sharp, angular features of the Evolari, the burning embers of a dragon's fire, the spectral glow of a Requiem.

Traces of every race appeared on the man's form: the sharp, angular features of the Evolari, the burning embers of a dragon's fire, the spectral glow of a Requiem.

He wasn't one race anymore. He was all of them.

Atticus adjusted his stance, his katana steady in his grip. His cold, calculating gaze stayed locked on the figure.

He felt it in his bones. This was life and death.

'Bond.'

Atticus's eyes narrowed. Now wasn't the time for dramatics. He gestured inwardly for Ozeroth to speak quickly.

The spirit's voice was quiet, filled with shame.

"You have no options left. And I'm sorry, but I can't help you."

Atticus froze, wondering what the spirit was trying to say.

"Our power in this lower world is limited," Ozeroth continued, his tone grim. "In the spirit world, things would be different. But here? This isn't my domain. What happened last time, unfortunately cannot happen again."