Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 945

"I concur," Oberon agreed before his hands blurred in the air, engraving words that formed into a golden orb that floated toward Atticus.

Atticus’s gaze met Oberon’s, and the latter nodded reassuringly.

"It’s a way to pass information."

Despite Oberon’s words, Atticus still scrutinized the orb. Finding nothing wrong with it, he touched it and absorbed its information.

Atticus processed the knowledge in less than a second, his expression remaining unreadable.

His gaze flicked toward Oberon, who was already watching him.

"It could work," Atticus finally spoke.

Oberon nodded. "Naturally."

"There’s no direct counter to their technique. No detection method that works universally. No immediate way to strip them of their disguise."

"Which is why we don’t try to detect them," Oberon interjected. "Instead, we establish something that cannot be faked."

Atticus nodded slightly, comprehending the information. "A foundational identity. One that binds a person to their true mana signature, forcing them to prove their allegiance before receiving it."

Oberon’s fingers blurred, golden symbols briefly forming and vanishing in the air.

"I call it The True Mark. A seal directly tethered to its owner’s natural mana signature. It is unchangeable, unreplicable. If they try to mimic it, they fail. If they tamper with it, it disintegrates. If the person dies, it fades."

Atticus nodded. ’He truly is the smartest in the human domain.’

In mere seconds, Oberon had not only identified the problem but also devised a comprehensive solution, one that even included its implementation.

Oberon continued.

"We begin at the top. The leaders first, paragons, generals, and high-ranking officials. Each will sign a mana contract, proving their authenticity. Only after passing this will they receive the True Mark."

"And from there, they do the same with their subordinates, spreading the mark through layers of verification, all the way down the chain of command until the entire human domain is covered."

Atticus considered the plan in silence before finally speaking. "Anyone without a True Mark will be exposed immediately. It won’t matter how well they’ve disguised themselves; their very absence from the system will be proof enough."

"Exactly."

A low hum of murmuring filled the hall as some of the other paragons tried to keep up with their cryptic exchange. Finally, a voice cut through.

"Alright, alright," Luminous groaned. "How about you two start speaking in ways that the rest of us lesser minds can comprehend?"

Oberon barely spared him a glance. "If you didn’t understand, you should listen harder."

Luminous narrowed his eyes. "Or you could explain it properly instead of trying to impress each other."

Oberon chuckled. "It’s simple. We create a mark that only true humans can receive. No fakes, no alterations. If you don’t have one, you’re an enemy. If an imposter tries to mimic it, the mark doesn’t respond, and anyone without a mark will be immediately exposed whenever they step near someone who has one."

Luminous rolled his eyes but nodded. "See? Was that so hard?"

Oberon didn’t respond, instead turning toward Garvin Emberforge, who had been sitting silently.

"The difficulty is in making sure it works."

He created another orb of golden light and sent it toward Garvin, who quickly absorbed it.

After a second, Garvin nodded. "It’s possible."

The paragons each let out a subtle sigh of relief. However, the heaviness in the room didn’t settle, it only seemed to intensify.

"I believe it’s time to address the elephant in the room."

They all turned toward Zephyrion, who had just spoken. His eyes observed Atticus with curiosity.

"You used the power of the Auralithians in the last battle, an extinct race. How is that possible?"