Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1075

Chapter 1075 Stop This

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"What do you know about what Lucas used to trap us?" Atticus asked as he entered his training room.

Ozeorth grumbled immediately in his mind, "You're getting lazy, bond. Want everything handed to you like some pampered princess?"

Atticus rolled his eyes. "The princess thing is getting old, Ozzy."

"It is not! The only thing getting old here is that blasphemous name!"

"Ozzy can never get old. Trust me."

Ozeorth was on the verge of another outburst when Atticus cut him off, raising a hand in surrender.

"Fine, fine, I'll stop. For now. Just enlighten me, oh great Ozeorth."

Ozeorth paused, clearly enjoying the title, then cleared his throat with a hum. "Hmph. If only you were this respectful all the time…"

Atticus wisely stayed silent. Any comment would only spark another argument.

"It was a new form of energy," Ozeorth finally said. "Something I've never encountered before. But based on how he wielded it… I'd say it's tied to the life force of an individual."

"Life force?" Atticus asked, his brow narrowing.

"Yes," Ozeorth confirmed with a grave tone. "I think it's safe to call it that. Lucas used his life force."

Atticus hummed. "Still, how was it that powerful? If anything, his life force should've been weaker than mine, no?"

He wasn't boasting. It was simply fact. His power had eclipsed that of paragons. His lifespan had grown to a level none in Eldoralth should have ever achieved. By all logic, he should've been able to overpower Lucas.

"Normally, yes," Ozeorth said. "But the battle you fought wasn't life force against life force. He used his. You didn't."

Atticus's eyes widened slightly.

Life force was a power beyond mana and spiritual energy. He had tried to counter it with both and failed.

The next question came naturally.

"…Then how do I use it?"

But Ozeorth was silent.

"…Ozeorth?"

No answer.

Atticus sighed, "Oh great Ozeorth."

Still nothing.

His frown deepened.

Just as he was about to speak again, he heard a low mumble in the back of his mind.

He paused. "…What did you just say?"

"I said I don't know," Ozeorth grumbled, sounding like a sulking old man caught in his own pride.

Atticus blinked. Then slowly shook his head. "Of course."

"What's that supposed to mean?!" Ozeorth snapped.

"Nothing."

But Ozeorth wasn't finished. "No, no, you definitely meant something! You always do that thing where you say 'nothing' but actually mean 'everything.' And I won't—"

Atticus completely tuned him out, walking deeper into the training room without acknowledging a single word more.

Ozeorth kept talking anyway.

He trained until evening, pushing his body through relentless drills and his mind through intense focus.

Night descended quickly.

When he finally stopped, sweat beading on his brow, he left the training room.

He had spent the past hours refining his control over the Dimensari powers he had recently obtained.

Two abilities still remained locked. But he'd deal with them later, there were more pressing matters at hand.

He returned to the mansion. Not to his quarters. But to the basement.

Atticus had only visited it a handful of times. One of those was when he got his katana.

Those visits were always for one reason: the Ravenstein vault.