Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 967

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’My elements…’

Atticus’ eyes had brushed through his status in less than a second. He had seen everything, especially his stats that had barely moved.

Hard would be an understatement when describing how he had achieved that small result.

Now that Atticus was in the paragon rank, it was as though the difficulty of increasing his strength had intensified manifold.

Months of painstaking training had only given him so much improvement. However, every point gained had far more effects on his body than before. He could feel the power surging through him.

Still, of all abilities, Atticus’ eyes had settled on his elements.

’I can’t seem to make them budge again.’

He had wanted to level up before the military began; however, no matter how much he tried to increase his connection with the molecules and become one with them, it wouldn’t budge. Every one had stopped at the 80% mark as though he was missing something.

’Grandpa also didn’t know what it was.’

He had instantly inquired from Magnus about his problem, but the man hadn’t been able to offer a solution, much to his displeasure.

Ozeroth had also been asked, but the spirit didn’t know much about it either.

Because of this unknown reason, his proficiency in most of his elements had stalled at 80%.

’How annoying.’ Atticus shook his head.

There was nothing Atticus hated more than a bottleneck he didn’t know how to break through. At this point, he didn’t know what he was working towards.

He sighed, turning his attention to his other abilities.

All his other abilities had also leveled up, aside from the Auralithian abilities, which he had only focused on getting used to using in tandem with his other abilities.

This made using the abilities very seamless and, most importantly, easier. Now, Atticus just couldn’t wait to enter the battlefield.

Atticus dispersed the status page. Taking one more good look at himself, he turned to leave the room.

However, after taking just one step forward, he paused, facing forward as though waiting for something.

The air suddenly became electrified, a crackle of lightning, and Magnus appeared in front of him.

Atticus smiled. ’Feels good to finally be able to sense him before he appears.’

In the past, Atticus had no control over when Magnus appeared or disappeared. He couldn’t even sense his movements. But now, he had known before he entered the room.

"You’re ready?" Magnus asked, and Atticus could sense a large amount of reluctance in his tone.

Atticus’ smile widened. "I am."

Magnus stared at him for some seconds as though trying to memorize every detail of his grandson’s face, as if he knew it might be the last time in a long while that he’d see him.

Lightning still danced faintly around him, casting shifting shadows across his hardened expression.

"You’ve grown," Magnus finally said in a low and steady voice, but its weight was heavy.

Atticus’ smile softened, but he said nothing. There was no need. The silence between them spoke volumes.

Magnus stepped closer and placed a firm hand on Atticus’ shoulder. His grip was strong, stronger than necessary, but it wasn’t just about strength. It was grounding, anchoring.

Atticus didn’t raise any guard. He didn’t need to. There was no one he trusted more. He locked eyes with Magnus and waited for his words.