Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 964

He had just achieved what no one in the history of Eldoralth had ever achieved before, and yet, there was no hint of excitement in Atticus’ gaze.

The core floated back into his stomach, his cold eyes fixed upwards at the bright crimson skies. He had to resort to tricks in order to escape the demands of the other races.

Weakness. He hated that feeling with his entire being.

’That’s a good mindset to have,’ Ozeroth’s voice sounded in his mind.

’But it’s not enough.’

’You’re wrong.’

A bright light ignited from Atticus’ chest, and in the next instant, the miniature figure of Ozeroth appeared. His overly-sized eyes fixed themselves on Atticus.

"Look at me."

Atticus sighed and turned his gaze reluctantly towards him. Despite his petite size, Ozeroth still looked tall. His entire body radiated a bright purple glow, and his well-trimmed goatee and flawless body showed how much the prideful and egotistical spirit cared about his looks.

Ozeroth locked eyes with Atticus.

"Mindset is everything. It is the foundation of power, the difference between those who wield strength and those who are consumed by it. Power without the will to control it is nothing but chaos."

"You can trick your enemies, outrun their demands, but until your mind is as unyielding as your blade, you’ll always taste the bitterness of weakness."

"Settle your mind, bond. Everything is a process. As long as your mind remains strong, you will reach the end."

Atticus gazed at Ozeroth seriously for a few seconds. But then, a crack appeared in his expression. His lips twitched, and before long, he burst into laughter, cocking his head back as if the world’s gravity had momentarily let him go.

"You sound like an old ancestor giving a speech at a funeral," Atticus wheezed, clutching his stomach. "Next, you’ll be telling me to respect my elders and eat more vegetables."

Ozeroth’s oversized eyes twitched, the glow around his body pulsing erratically. His smug expression morphed into fury. Slowly, his purple hue deepened into a vibrant crimson, like a kettle ready to boil over.

"RESPECT?!" Ozeroth bellowed, his tiny frame trembling. "This is what I get for trying to grace you with my wisdom? I am not some ancestor, I am OZEROTH!"

His voice, despite his size, boomed like thunder, echoing inside the training room.

Suddenly, Ozeroth’s miniature form began to expand, his once-petite figure growing larger until he reached his original size.

Atticus’ laughter stopped, raising one eyebrow. Experience tales with freewebnovel

"Let’s see if you can laugh while I’m pounding that smug face of yours into the dirt!"

Atticus’ figure blurred, appearing in the distance like a blip.

BOOM!

His gaze narrowed as an explosion erupted from where he had been earlier, making the entire training room tremble.

’Looks like I went overboard,’ Atticus thought with a wry smile as he withstood the shockwave that hit him with force.

His gaze sharpened, landing on Ozeroth, who now looked like a walking volcanic eruption in miniature form.

Spiritual energy spewed from his body in wild, chaotic bursts, like a kettle left on the stove for far too long.

Each of his steps sent small tremors through the ground.