Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1131

1131 Vanished

Atticus had done it earlier, and although the consequences had been manageable, Atticus had felt it then.

It had almost cost him his life.

But now, things were different.

His mana was stronger. His negation energy was stronger.

The effects would be even more devastating.

Regardless, it was the only way he could think of.

He couldn't even begin to imagine how insane the Gardener's perception was right now, especially considering his Will had already engulfed most of Eldoralth from his clashes with Whisker.

Atticus could feel it pressing against him even now.

Although the Gardener was battling Whisker, he was also keeping an eye on him.

But that was about to change.

Atticus started walking toward a random direction.

Whisker and the Gardener were fighting across Eldoralth, their battlegrounds were ever-shifting, razing the land and changing the terrain permanently.

But Atticus had no intention of chasing after them.

Not with how little time he would have once he became a singularity.

Becoming a singularity would erase his presence from the world, even from the Gardener's Will. For a brief, crucial moment, the Gardener wouldn't be able to find him, no matter how hard he looked.

And when that happened, Atticus intended to be close enough, and powerful enough, to make full use of the opportunity.

"Fuse."

The word rolled off both Atticus' and Ozeroth's mouths at once.

He stood taller, his muscles more defined and bulkier. His body still seemed to burn, but now with wild, flowing flames of white and purple.

His eyes, once pure white, had shifted into a swirling mix of white and yellow.

Right now, Atticus was no longer just himself.

He had fused with both Ozeroth and the soulkin.

And his power…

The very air around him twisted and warped under the pressure.

Cracks formed along the ground where he stood, small arcs of force sparking across the earth.

His spiritual energy had been amplified to staggering levels.

And also, his Will had blazed higher than ever before.

Without hesitation, Atticus cleared his mind.

He drew the mana within his body and the force of negation together, holding them just inches apart, so close they trembled violently against one another.

Then, he closed his eyes and focused.

The world fell silent.

The distant cries from the people enclosed within the Aegis Shield.

The earth-shaking booms of battle tearing across Eldoralth.

All of it faded away.

In the entirety of Eldoralth, Atticus focused on only one thing.

The Gardener.

And then, he waited.

Waited for the perfect opportunity.

…

Flashes of green and blue ignited across the skies of Eldoralth as Whisker and the Gardener continued their relentless clashes, shaking domains and reshaping the terrain with every strike.

He had believed he could win in a direct clash against Solren, but it appeared he was wrong.

Solren had been right about him.

Whisker had always been the youngest, and by extension, the weakest among their father's children.

After everything he endured, he had trained harder than anyone to reach his current strength.

But still…