Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1070

Chapter 1070 Merge

From his gains, the first thing Atticus noted, aside from the breakthroughs in his elemental paths, was a shift in another vital aspect of his power.

The spirit element.

But unlike his elemental advancements, he hadn't increased its level. No, what had changed was its mastery.

He had broken into the second fold.

'Integration.'

From Ozeorth's memories, Atticus had learned that to reach this fold, one had to master awareness, to demonstrate unwavering clarity and alignment with one's purpose.

It was this alignment that granted access to deeper spiritual abilities. His perception of truth had sharpened, and the mastery of his spiritual eye had evolved. Now, he could peer into the souls of even more powerful beings.

'This had been useful with that Zorvan.'

In his battle with Xal'zereth, just as the Zorvan had suspected, Atticus hadn't used his Auralithian fire sight to win. He wasn't seeing the future.

Instead, he had been using his spiritual eye, targeting his weaknesses.

No matter how flawless Xal'zereth's movements appeared, they still held flaws… and Atticus exploited them completely.

Then, his gaze turned inward again.

It felt like Integration should grant him one more ability.

From Ozeorth's memories, Atticus had noted one more ability.

'The power to repair and stabilize the world around me.'

It wasn't just metaphorical. It meant fixing broken objects, restoring artifacts, and even mending the damage in fractured planes. But…

"Looks like it's not that straightforward."

It required certain conditions to be met, ones he hadn't fulfilled yet.

'Harmonizing the inner and outer world…'

He had to reach a state where his inner peace extended outward, where his stillness could calm surrounding chaos.

And aside from that, he needed to stabilize and manipulate the flow of spiritual energy, using it not to destroy, but to repair what had been disrupted.

Once he learned these, all that remained was to try.

Atticus nodded to himself, satisfied with the gains. It was comforting to know that even if one of his paths stalled, there were others for him to train.

Then, his attention shifted to what he'd been anticipating since the battle:

The cores.

In that one fight alone, he had claimed three new cores, bringing his total to five, if he included his human core.

With a focus, two radiant cores appeared into view. One was an abyssal black, so dense it distorted the space around it, bending the air. The other was searing red, radiating such intense heat that the room's temperature rose sharply.

"It couldn't be more obvious than this," he murmured with a chuckle.

At least there was no mistaking which was which.

Then, he brought out Karn Voss's body and stared at it in silence. He didn't feel any grief. No remorse. They had never been friends in the first place.

But the only thing that made Atticus hesitate was because of what he was about to do to him.

"I'm sorry," he said simply.

A wave of dark crimson spread from his palm, washing over Karn's corpse. In seconds, it devoured the body whole, until all that remained was a single core, dull brown, like rotted bronze.