Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 903

Chapter 903 Reverse

He thought it was impossible, but once again, this child proved him wrong.

The spirit was left speechless. This particular trial had been where every wielder who challenged the second art had failed, including him.

Yes, he had returned to the starting line to catch his breath and strategize, but that decision had been fatal. He spent too much time under the blood moon, and eventually, his mana was completely drained, leading to his demise.

Only after becoming a spirit did he learn how to pass the second trial. It was insane.

Despite the overwhelming power wielders gained at this point, the second challenge wasn't about brute force. It required a combination of intelligence and raw, unfiltered talent.

The ability to mimic mana signatures.

There were billions of people in Eldoralth, but only a minuscule percentage could achieve this feat.

Mana signatures were divided into two parts: the outer mana signature and the inner mana signature.

The inner signature was what defined an individual, enabling them to use their powers and abilities. It was intricate and nearly impossible to replicate.

Unless the individual themselves had reached a level where they could fully understand and explicitly copy their own signature into an art, no one in Eldoralth could claim to confidently achieve this from mere observation.

The outer signature was comparatively easier to mimic but still a monumental task.

If Atticus had simply mimicked the outer mana signature, the spirit wouldn't have been this shocked. After all, Atticus had already displayed incredible feats.

But no. What Atticus had done was something far harder, something impossible.

Beyond mimicking the outer mana signature, there was an additional step: reversing it.

Every being's mana signature was unique, like a fingerprint. But for every fingerprint, there existed its opposite, its reverse.

By inverting the beasts' mana signatures, Atticus had created a force they could not resist. Opposites always attract.

Atticus's mana churned harder. His body became a blur, his speed multiplying with every step as he shot across the hard ground.

The ground cracked beneath his feet, worm-like beasts erupting with fangs bared, but Atticus was already gone, an azure trail blazing in his wake.

His piercing gaze locked onto the beasts as they leapt into the air. Rings of mana materialized behind him, glowing like blazing halos.

One second.

He mimicked their outer signatures.

Half a second.

He reversed them.

The rings shot forward, supersonic and unrelenting. The beasts dove, attempting to escape into the hard ground.

But the rings followed.

Screeches erupted, piercing, guttural, blood-curdling. The ground quaked, geysers of blood shot from fissures, and then silence.

Atticus didn't stop.

Step. Crack. Burst.

Dozens more erupted from beneath the platform, but they fell just as fast. Rings of reversed mana carved through them with brutal efficiency, leaving no time for retaliation.

A heavy, suffocating silence fell as Atticus stood calmly on the hard ground, his cold eyes fixed below. _{freёwebnovel.com}