Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 898

Chapter 898 Grumble

'What the hell…' the spirit thought, utterly stunned.

No, shock couldn't even begin to describe the overwhelming emotions coursing through him.

He had been dead for centuries, trapped inside the life weapon. Back in his time, despite all his confidence and belief that he would be different from the other wielders, it had been the fourth trial that ultimately killed him.

Over those long years, he had watched countless wielders attempt the fourth trial. Never once had he volunteered to guide anyone. Why? Because he truly believed no one could pass the fourth trial when even he had failed.

But that changed when Cedric began speaking about Atticus.

Every spirit within the katana had been intrigued, curious to see this boy for themselves. He had been no different. _{ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com}

The challenge Atticus had just completed was the same one every wielder faced as the first stage of the fourth trial. And never in history had anyone passed it on the first night.

It wasn't just about figuring out the technique. It was about doing so in such a disadvantaged situation, and then instantly learning and applying it to combat in mere moments.

For the spirit, reaching the level Atticus had just demonstrated had taken countless nights during his own trial. Many more nights had passed before he finally annihilated the invisible beasts entirely.

Atticus had achieved all this in a single night.

And he had done it within moments of starting the fourth trial.

The spirit's astonishment deepened as his eyes focused on Atticus.

'There might be a chance he passes the fourth trial.'

No one had ever done it before. But now, for the first time, the spirit felt certain: If anyone can do it, it will be this boy.

Atticus exhaled heavily, his cold gaze sweeping across the now-quiet desert.

Blood drenched the sand, pooling around him.

'The mist is gone,' Atticus noted silently.

The desert was clear. No more mist. No sign of the beasts.

"I must have passed the challenge," he muttered under his breath.

The spirit snapped out of his thoughts, clearing his throat as he floated in front of Atticus.

"That's right," the spirit confirmed, meeting Atticus's gaze directly.

Atticus wasted no time. "Was this the first part of the fourth art?" he asked.

In his training for the other katana arts, he had always learned them step by step. The first step was always about understanding how to move his mana.

The spirit nodded. "That's correct. You've just learned the first part of the fourth art."

Atticus's expression didn't change. He took a deep breath, calming his mind. First things first.

"Is the mist coming back tonight?" he asked.

The spirit shook his head.

Atticus pressed further. "What about the beasts?"

"They won't be coming back. You don't have to worry. If the katana wasn't satisfied with the level you reached with the technique, the mist wouldn't have dispersed in the first place."

Hearing that, Atticus sighed in relief and lowered himself onto the blood-soaked sand, sitting down.

Without his elements, Atticus couldn't stop the blood from splattering onto him. At this point, his body and clothes were drenched in it.