Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 907

Chapter 907 Acclimate

Atticus gazed skyward, taking in the sight of the towering mountain before him.

The mountain was a jagged colossus, a single slab of stone stabbing toward the heavens. Thick clouds swirled around its peak, shrouding it in a ghostly veil.

All around, the wind roared, screaming down the slopes, wild and furious. Even at the base, Atticus could feel its raw intensity pressing against him.

He placed a hand on the mountain's surface, its dark texture cold and smooth under his palm. Then, he turned toward the spirit hovering silently beside him.

"Is this the last challenge?"

The spirit paused for a moment, as though unsure how to respond.

Atticus's gaze narrowed. Before he could press further, the spirit finally answered.

"It's the path to the challenge."

Atticus's expression sharpened. "A path?"

His eyes flicked back to the peak, his mind spinning.

'Looks like my assumption was right.'

After completing the second trial, Atticus had formed a theory about the challenge after the third trial. It had always felt strange to him that there would be an additional challenge beyond what was supposed to be the final trial. His assumption had led him to believe that he would face the katana's avatar.

"Where's the final destination?"

"The peak."

'The peak, huh,' Atticus thought coldly, audibly exhaling. It made sense that the final challenge would culminate in such a climactic setting.

He focused on the surface of the mountain. 'No footholds.'

Its dark surface gleamed like polished obsidian, untouched and sheer, as if carved by the blade of a giant.

"Is there a specific way I have to climb this?" Atticus asked after a few seconds of deliberation.

The spirit shook his head.

Atticus's thoughts swirled until his gaze abruptly sharpened, a critical question forming in his mind.

"Am I supposed to gain something from this path?"

The spirit froze, stunned by the insightfulness of the question. He clenched his hand behind him tightly before answering.

"Yes."

"Is it related to the fourth art?"

"Yes."

Atticus nodded, his sharp gaze softening slightly. 'I should recover first.'

Just as he moved to sit cross-legged and recover, the sharp, metallic scent of acid hit his nose like a hammer. Almost immediately, he felt his body begin to corrode slightly.

Atticus's gaze snapped downward to see the green sea of acid rising.

'It's affecting the little mana I have left… Looks like the katana doesn't want me to rest.'

Atticus sighed. He had been hoping for a brief reprieve before beginning the climb, but it was clear the katana had no intention of allowing it.

The green acid sea stretched endlessly behind him, and although the massive mountain loomed before him, he was still standing on the narrow stone pathway. Somehow, Atticus wasn't sure if he and the mountain were sinking or if the acid was rising.

Either way, resting was no longer an option.

Atticus turned to the spirit. "How do I survive climbing this mountain?"

Now that he knew he would be climbing in this state, his mana drained and his body fatigued, he needed to tread carefully.

"Move fast and be cautious," the spirit replied.

"Why fast? What happens if I slow down?"