Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 906

Chapter 906 Awaited

Atticus's mana churned as a blazing ring of energy materialized before him. It swirled with raw, untamed power, trembling with uncontained intensity.

His focus sharpened.

The ring compressed, folding in on itself tighter and tighter until it was no larger than a finger ring. The energy within it vibrated violently, desperate for release, unstable and furious.

A beast burst from the acid, its pointed head gleaming as it hurtled toward him like a living spear.

Atticus moved.

His body twisted, narrowly evading the beast's deadly charge. Acid splattered in his wake, sizzling against the stone. His piercing gaze locked onto another beast as it darted toward him. Without hesitation, he unleashed the compressed ring.

The ring streaked through the air, a bolt of azure light, and struck the beast's head.

For a moment, it seemed to cut cleanly through the beast, slicing its form apart.

Then, Atticus released his hold.

The ring trembled violently, its energy spiraling out of control.

Boom.

An explosion tore through the air, shaking the acid ocean for hundreds of meters. A shockwave rippled outward, sending the green acid surging like crashing waves. The beast's body erupted, bursting into countless pieces that rained down into the churning sea.

Atticus's gaze sharpened. Amid the chaos, he spotted it, a small, round object flying through the air.

'The core.'

His eyes burned as he read its mana signature in an instant.

One second.

He reversed it.

A halo of light erupted forward, slicing cleanly through the core. It shattered, split into two perfect halves.

The beast's reforming body fell back into the acid with a muted splash, dissolving into the green sea.

Atticus's gaze flicked to the spirit hovering beside him.

The shock on the spirit's face was unmistakable.

At this point, Atticus knew that whenever the spirit was shocked, it meant he was doing something right.

A faint smile appeared on Atticus's lips.

His mana roared louder, fiercer. Now that he knew he was on the right path, it was time for a massacre.

Atticus's mana churned with a violent intensity as he came to an abrupt stop on the stone pathway.

The beasts erupted from the water in waves, their harpoon-like heads cutting through the air with incredible speed. The sound of their movement filled the air, sharp and piercing.

But Atticus didn't move.

He stood still, his piercing blue eyes glowing like flames.

Multiple swirling rings of mana materialized around him, blazing like halos of judgment. Each ring compressed, folding tighter and tighter until they were small and trembling with uncontained energy.

Then, Atticus exhaled.

The compressed rings exploded outward.

A deafening boom shattered the air, sending shockwaves in all directions. Waves of acid surged outward, crashing violently against the stone pathway. Smoke and steam engulfed the battlefield, a dense haze of destruction.

But it wasn't enough to obscure him.

Atticus's piercing blue gaze burned through the haze. His eyes shifted, seeking out the falling cores scattered through the air.

In rapid succession, he copied and reversed their signatures.

Rings of blazing mana homed in on each core, shredding them to pieces. One after another, the beasts disintegrated, their cores destroyed, their bodies dissolving back into the sea.

Atticus moved like a blaze, his speed relentless, his strikes precise.

Explosions erupted around him, sending waves of acid and green mist into the air. His mana stormed as he hunted down every last core, leaving no room for survival.

And then, as the final explosion faded, silence fell.

The green sea stilled.

Atticus stood on the stone pathway, his piercing gaze scanning the eerie calm of the acid sea. His body remained tense.

"Looks like they're all dead."

He truly wished he hadn't said that.

Just as he was about to ease his mana, something caught his attention.

Movement.