Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1083

Chapter 1083 Bulky

As the Nullite core fused with his core, a surge of energy slammed into him the next second, wild and intense.

Atticus staggered, his breath stopping in his throat. Power flooded through his veins like molten steel.

His body tensed all over, muscles straining, skin tightening, bones grinding against each other.

The bulging veins were in full force, pulsing with violent intensity as his body convulsed.

He was getting transformed.

'It's different,' Atticus noted calmly, even as every nerve in his body screamed. His mind still remained detached and sharp, observing and analyzing every change made to his body.

When he had bonded with the Dimensari core, the energy had run through his body, reshaping his internal structure in ways that were subtle but deep. The Auralithian core had done something similar, aligning with his mana flow and enhancing its resonance.

But this? This was something else entirely.

The Nullite core invaded his body and targeted his bones first, reinforcing them until they felt like compacted alloys rather than marrow and calcium.

Then his muscles followed, swelling under the pressure, reweaving tighter, denser, leaner. It felt like each fiber was being optimized for absolute output.

His nervous system adapted next. It shortened response times, dulled unnecessary feedback, streamlined focus. Even his skin thickened slightly, becoming more resistant to damage.

This was the essence of the Nullite. There were no flashy powers. Just pure control and power.

Because of the nature of their ability and the inability to use mana, the Nullite made up for it with insane physical prowess.

This was exactly what Atticus was going through. The Nullite could fight without mana because their bodies were their weapons. And their presence was suppression.

And now all that power… was becoming his.

His body soon radiated an intense brown, drowning the training room in its overwhelming radiance.

Atticus gritted his teeth, and his fists were clenched tight as the pain tore through him.

He didn't scream. He didn't want to. And soon enough, the final stream of the core's energy surged through him like a tide, before funneling back into his core.

Then there was only silence.

His transformation was complete.

Atticus slumped down, resting his back on the ground, trying to catch his breath and regain control.

He drew in a deep, calming breath, then another, steadying himself.

'It was better this time around.'

The first time he bonded with a core had nearly broken him. He remembered writhing on the ground, muscles seizing and his vision almost blackening. It had taken many moments to even think clearly again.

The second time had still been hell. But compared to the first, it was tolerable. Barely.

This third time, though…

'It was still painful, but very bearable.'

He hadn't even felt the urge to scream. His body had adapted, evolved.

'Does this mean that I don't have to wait two weeks to absorb the last core?'

"…"

Atticus frowned, his thoughts drifting. He hadn't directed the question to Ozeroth, but still, he had expected the nosy spirit to say something.