Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 901

Chapter 901 Second Challenge

'What is that moon, and is it the one draining my mana?'

'It's known as the Blood Moon, and yes, it is responsible for draining your mana,' the spirit replied.

Atticus's brows furrowed.

'Is that the only thing it drains?'

'Yes. The longer you stay under its rays, the more mana it drains,' the spirit confirmed.

'Is there a way to stop it from draining my mana?'

The spirit shook his head. 'As long as its rays touch you, you'll be affected.'

Atticus frowned. He was in a forest filled with towering trees, offering ample cover from its rays. Yet, he knew it couldn't be that simple.

'I can't just stay in one place,' he thought, sighing.

Wasting no more time, his expression firmed, his eyes sharpening as he gazed into the depths of the forest. His legs tensed.

The ground cracked beneath him as Atticus shot forward with intense speed.

His legs moved rapidly and silently, traversing the forest as though it were his domain.

Despite his speed, his senses were on high alert. His eyes darted around, scanning for movement, while his other senses extended, feeling for anything unusual.

However, the forest remained eerily quiet.

'There are no beasts?' Atticus wondered. His gaze flickered as he noticed he was approaching a space devoid of trees.

His speed increased, and within seconds, he burst out of the foliage, coming to an abrupt stop.

His sharp, calm eyes scanned his surroundings.

'The ground is different.'

He was still standing on the soft soil of the forest, but in front of him, stretching farther than his eyes could see, was a pure white, smooth surface.

"Not suspicious at all," Atticus muttered under his breath.

The stark contrast between the dark brown soil of the forest and the pristine white ground was glaring. Even the most naive individual would sense something was off.

Atticus took a cautious step forward, tapping the white ground lightly with his foot before pulling it back quickly. The motion was almost comical, like testing the temperature of a pool.

'It's hard,' Atticus noted. The ground was exactly as it appeared, unnaturally smooth and rigid. He could tell there was something special about it.

But its hardness wasn't his main concern.

"Tell me about the ground I just touched," Atticus asked.

The spirit no longer bothered marveling at Atticus's ingenuity and answered quickly.

"This is a Healing Platform. No matter the damage inflicted on it, it will heal itself and return to its original state instantly."

"Are there currently any living things inside it?"

The spirit paused, sensing that Atticus wasn't asking about beasts but about the platform itself. A small chuckle escaped his lips.

"Yes, there are."

"How many species live inside it?"

"One."

"Will the ground itself pose any danger to me?"

The spirit shook his head.

"How do I survive while crossing the platform?"

The spirit let out a faint exhale, impressed by the barrage of questions.

"You walk, run, or fly very cautiously, however you please."

Atticus's gaze narrowed. "How long is the platform?"

"More than a thousand kilometers," the spirit replied. _{freewebnøvel.com}