Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 98

Chapter 98 History

Darkness.

That was all Atticus could see. He couldn't feel his hands or legs; he couldn't feel anything.

'Am I dead?' Atticus thought. 'How can I think then?'

'It's different from the last time I died,' Atticus couldn't help but notice the difference between the last time he died and now.

The last time was swift; he had just been shot, died, and opened his eyes immediately, finding himself as a baby. There was no in-between.

'No, I'm not dead.'

As Atticus was trying to figure out what was happening, the darkness suddenly changed and receded, and the scenery shifted into a familiar dojo-like setting.

Atticus noticed that he could feel his body again. All the pain he was feeling before was nowhere to be found. His piercing headache was gone. His body's arch was gone. His bleeding eyes were gone. He was good as new.

He also noticed that his attire had also changed into a kimono.

He turned his gaze towards the middle of the dojo, immediately recognizing the man sitting at the table, staring at him with a smile, Cedric Ravenstein; the ancestor he had met when he passed the first test and gained the acknowledgment of the katana.

"Child, come. Sit," Cedric spoke. His tone still maintained the sagacity of experience and elderliness.

Atticus listened and approached the table to sit.

He knew where he was; how could he not? It was where he gained his most valuable possession, inside the katana. There was no way he could miss something like that.

'If I'm here, what is happening outside?' Atticus was worried about what was happening in the real world if he was in here.

Cedric smiled as if he could read what Atticus was thinking and said, "I'm sure you're worried about what is happening outside."

Atticus swiftly nodded. He was curious about many things. What about Ember and Aurora? What about the rest of the trainees? Were they okay? The questions were numerous.

Cedric seemed to see his inner turmoil and spoke, "Calm your heart, boy. The time here moves extremely slowly compared to outside. They would still be there by the time you finish here."

Hearing those words, Atticus's heart calmed down considerably, and he was now able to think more calmly.

He gazed at Cedric and asked what he had been wondering since, "Why am I here, senior?"

Cedric smiled, seemingly pleased that Atticus had gone straight to the point. "Good! The life weapon brought you here to learn the second art," he explained.

Atticus raised his eyebrows. The second art? Now? He quickly asked, "Why now?"

He was literally on the brink of death, and the katana had chosen this moment for him to learn the second art?

As he thought of this, Atticus suddenly furrowed his eyebrows, realization dawning on him, 'It's trying to give me the strength to survive this situation.' He realized.

Cedric continued, affirming his thoughts, "Yes, it's exactly because you're in this predicament that it brought you here ahead of time to learn. Listen, Atticus, you have exactly six months to learn it; that's the limit you can be in here. If you don't, you won't be able to save anyone outside."