Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground

Chapter 477 Foot-Sized

Atticus released a small sigh, calming down slightly. He had been so tense that he had overreacted.

He turned towards Aurora to see her also calmed down. They were both deep inside the alleyway in a place so dark it would be hard to see anything, especially with their purple armor.

Seeing that it was not a threat, Atticus focused on getting himself back to full shape, along with Aurora. But regardless, he still kept a close eye on the couple.

It turned out to be a false alarm as they left after a few minutes.

Feeling himself back to acceptable levels, Atticus stood up from his seated position and took in a large breath, focusing on the state of his body.

He had finally unlocked his mana core, and Atticus was absolutely elated. It wasn't to the extent that he would feel should he regain his full strength, but it was something.

Atticus suddenly focused on his mana core, creating pipelines inwardly and suddenly releasing three bursts simultaneously.

He instantly felt a surge of mana enveloping him, intensifying his powers to surprising levels. A feeling that was absolutely thrilling. This had been one of the main reasons he wanted to unlock his core first! It was far too important.

If he had been able to use burst in his fight against Zekaron, Atticus wouldn't have defeated him more easily.

Using burst increased his powers, and if he uses it along with Aerokinesis, Atticus doubted if the fat guy that had chased him back then would be able to handle him.

Aside from burst, Atticus was also elated to find out that his arts were back!

But amongst them, there was only one Atticus had thoroughly been anticipating, an art that was perfect for this particular situation, his ethereal cloak art!

Atticus turned towards Aurora who was looking at him and waiting for him to speak.

"There's obviously something going on in the city that would require soldiers to intervene. We have no idea what we'd get entangled in if we move around wearing these suits. We need to take them off and change our appearance,"

Aurora gazed at Atticus in confusion. "There are white people everywhere, how else are we going to move if we don't cover our whole body?"

Although she said this, she knew Atticus well enough to know he wouldn't suggest something he hadn't thought through. And Atticus didn't disappoint, clicking on his artifact he navigated to the miscellaneous section and instantly scanned through the items on the list.

After a minute, Atticus found what he was looking for.

The first was a communication device, one that would translate the language of the bone race and at the same time enable them to speak said language even when they speak in the human language; it'll come out as the bone race language.

The second was a suit. It was a very tight latex suit, a suit that would make them look like members of the bone race.

There was only one problem, it was pricey as hell.

But Atticus didn't let that stop him. He suddenly turned towards Aurora and spoke,

"Aurora, this would probably make you mad, but it's necessary. We need points to purchase some things from the summit store, and so I have to go hunting, alone."

Just as he expected, a frown appeared on Aurora's face, but before she could speak, Atticus patted her head with a smile. "It's just for a little while. I'll be back soon, don't worry."

Atticus immediately turned and quickly wore his helmet, making sure he was completely covered.

'Just in case someone sees through it.'

And before Aurora could protest, a surge of mana suddenly engulfed Atticus's figure, his body becoming ethereal, and in the next instant, disappearing.

Alone in the alleyway, Aurora let out a small sigh, the feeling of uselessness engulfing her. She sat on the floor, resting her back on the wall, and entered deep thought.

Atticus had separated from Aurora because of exactly what he had said; he wanted to go hunting.

Atticus focused, mana coalescing on both his feet. With his figure completely invisible, Atticus turned towards the skyscraper by the side and shot forward, his form effortlessly and deftly running upwards the building without making even a single sound. Find 𝒏ew chapters on n𝒐velbi𝒏(.)com

Atticus's steps were silent and rapid. After about two minutes, Atticus fixed his gaze on the top of the building.

He refrained from using his water element because of its visual effects. He needed to be completely invisible.

With mana-augmented legs, Atticus's figure shot upwards and landed on the roof of the building.

Atticus turned his gaze around, noticing the slight number of people on the roof, his mind swirling.

'No, it'll be too much.'

Atticus took away his intense gaze from them. All of them wore suits and had the characteristics of members of the bone race. Although shocked, Atticus could see many of them had come to the roof to take a smoke.

They were all clearly working for some big company and were on some kind of break.

Atticus was looking for people to hunt and get points, but not even he was brutal enough to kill innocent civilians just like that.

Although it was far from justified, Atticus's plan was to target soldiers instead of civilians. At the very least, they were warriors. He had never been a saint.

Atticus climbed the highest part of the building, his eyes focused as he scanned the city down below.

With a city as pristine white as this, spotting individuals clad in purple suits was as easy as counting one to two. In under a minute, Atticus saw numerous number of purple suit warriors running towards a certain direction.

'That's where the explosion occurred?'

Atticus decided to think about this later. With his gaze fixed on his targets, Atticus jumped.

Despite being completely invisible now, Atticus still had mass and in turn, gravity acted on him.

But Atticus hadn't even fallen down a few meters before half a foot-sized golden translucent shield, with its glow as low as possible, appeared beneath his right leg.

Mana coalesced in Atticus's right leg, using the shield as a foothold, he shot forward in the air, crossing a large distance.

Without missing a beat, Atticus repeated his actions, traversing the city quietly and subtly.