Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 894

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Atticus's cold gaze flickered as his eyes turned to the sky.

'What?'

The sun had just set, yet it felt as though he had been thrusted into another world. Atticus couldn't explain it, it felt strange. It felt dangerous.

His eyes darted backward, landing on the ominous mist pouring forward from behind him. They widened as he registered its speed and the distance it had already traveled.

The mist surged ahead, devouring the desert at an incredible pace.

'It's fast,' Atticus noted calmly, though his mind worked rapidly.

Despite the darkness, his sharp perception pierced the night's veil. He saw everything, the shifting sands, the faint stars, the encroaching shadows. His elements might be sealed, but his mana control and perception remained razor sharp.

Turning his focus forward, he asked, "What happens at night?" His voice was calm, calculated.

The spirit paused, its miniature form staring at him. 'He's sharp,' it thought.

The question wasn't random. Atticus was already maneuvering within the constraints of the spirit's rules. He knew the spirit could only comment on events directly affecting him, and nightfall clearly qualified.

After a brief hesitation, the spirit answered, "You might get hunted."

Atticus's eyes narrowed. The words were simple but carried weight. 'Might.'

That one word revealed a possibility, a way to avoid the threat. A chance to survive.

"How can I survive the night?" he asked, cold and direct.

The spirit's gaze flickered with slight shock. 'Remarkable reasoning.'

Most would panic, asking about the nature of the threats or their odds of survival, questions the spirit couldn't answer, wasting valuable time. But not Atticus. He framed his question perfectly, pulling useful information from the vague rules.

"You find a place to hide," the spirit said flatly. "And you stay completely quiet."

Atticus's gaze hardened. The words were still vague, but they hinted at something crucial.

'Stay quiet.'

He was still processing the information when the desert erupted.

A piercing howl shattered the silence, chilling the air.

The sound reverberated across the dunes, sharp and primal, sending a shiver down Atticus's spine.

The ground beneath his feet rumbled. Faint tremors at first, then stronger, the vibrations drawing closer.

Atticus's expression darkened as his mind raced like lightning.

'I'm being hunted. Multiple enemies. Fast. Closing in.'