Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 868

Chapter 868 Real Time

Atticus sat on the earthen chair in complete silence, his piercing gaze sweeping across the training grounds.

His glowing purple eyes flickered rapidly from one trainee to another as they trained. Every movement, every technique, every subtle fluctuation of mana, he absorbed and memorized it all.

His intelligence had always been extraordinary, one of the things he was most certain about. But now, his mental capabilities had reached a level that defied description.

His comprehension speed was astonishing, processing complex patterns and ideas in mere moments. His thinking speed was unmatched, analyzing multiple layers of information simultaneously. His memory was flawless, storing everything he saw or learned as though engraved into his mind.

The trainees, filled with energy and hope, believed he was there to recruit. Maybe he was searching for young talents to mold into an elite force?

They couldn't have been more wrong.

To Atticus, his current subordinates were as useless as a broken sword. Considering his overwhelming power, they were far too weak to be of any real use.

So why would he add more dead weight?

He wasn't there to scout. He was there to train.

"Interesting," Atticus muttered under his breath, his gaze darting across the field.

The Ravenstein arts were impressive to most. But to Atticus, they were basic. Elemental manipulation was the foundation of the family's techniques, and with his current mastery over the elements, there was nothing they could do that he couldn't surpass.

His control over elemental arts was so refined that he could replicate their techniques effortlessly, should he wish to.

But that wasn't his goal today.

He was here to sharpen his use of Ozeroth's ability: Omnicognition.

This ability allowed him to perceive mana signatures, breaking them down into their purest forms. With enough focus, he could replicate them and use whatever ability they represented.

However, Omnicognition wasn't perfect. It demanded sharp precision, intense focus, and time. Replicating simple mana barriers at the academy had been easy. But these were techniques, more complex, layered, and dynamic.

Atticus wasn't ready to replicate them just yet. Instead, he committed every mana signature to memory. He studied every flow, every twist of energy, and every nuance, burning them into his mind.

On the training field, the youths gave everything they had, pushing themselves to their limits. They stole glances at Atticus, hoping to catch his attention.

Each one wanted to stand out, to be chosen.

But their boundless energy wasn't infinite.

Slowly, their stamina began to wane. Breaths grew heavier. Movements slowed. Some stumbled, their bodies betraying their limits.

Still, a few gritted their teeth and pushed on, refusing to give up. They thought it might be a test, a way for Atticus to see who had the greatest determination.

But Atticus remained unmoving, silent, and unbothered.

The tension on the field grew as exhaustion overtook the trainees.

And then, it happened.

Atticus stood.

The motion was simple, but it sent a ripple of shock through the crowd.

Eyes lit up. Breaths caught. Every gaze locked onto him, waiting.

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