Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground - Chapter 1108 - 1108: Sever
Avalon and Magnus locked eyes. Their fists clenched tightly.
They knew Oberon was right.
But were they really supposed to just watch?
The other paragons stood frozen, fists clenched. The Aegis Shield was seconds from collapse. Even with Eletantron and Jezenet gone… without Atticus, they were doomed.
In the Ravenstein control room, Anastasia had her hands clutched over her mouth. Her heart, which had stopped once, now beat like a drum.
The air inside the room was heavy, the silence deafening.
Across the human domain, no one spoke. No one moved.
All eyes remained on the screen.
While many were worried for Atticus, deeper down, they were far more terrified about what would come next.
Death. Carnage. Extinction.
And then, suddenly, the gazes of everyone watching sharpened.
Their Apex, who had remained still and silent all this time, had just moved.
Their eyes locked onto him, focused, tense.
What was he about to do?
Meanwhile, Atticus couldn’t help but thank his stars that he had moved as far away as he did from the tree.
Though he was actively getting pulled, the large distance gave him something he desperately needed.
Time to think.
And after collating every single thing in his mind, Atticus had finally reached a conclusion.
His will was being pulled toward the tree.
Which meant, to escape, he had to sever the connection between them.
But this wasn’t as simple as it sounded. His will wasn’t just a part of him, it was him, entirely. He couldn’t just shut it off. It didn’t work like that.
So, Atticus decided to do something else.
Something that was only possible due to the abilities he had recently acquired.
He would sever the connection… with a singularity.
The first time Atticus had formed a singularity had been when he merged with the Nullite’s core and acquired the energy of negation.
When he combined that energy with pure mana, it had formed a singularity strong enough to sever an entire mountain from existence.
A singularity was a point of absolute severance, where existence folded in on itself. It created a temporary void, nullifying all connection to the world around it.
But he couldn’t use it like before. No.
He didn’t need to sever a mountain this time.
He needed to sever… himself.
For this theory to work, Atticus had to turn himself into a singularity.
‘Are you sure about this?’ Ozeroth’s voice rumbled in his head.
Atticus didn’t hesitate. ‘What choice do I have?’
‘I’d be forfeiting my life and my family’s if I allow myself to get captured. I have to try anything.’
Ozeroth went silent for a moment before speaking.
‘Then, I’m with you, bond.’
Atticus nodded faintly. He understood what Ozeroth was worried about.
Even he didn’t know what would happen if he went through with this. The consequences could be irreparable.
But even so, he was still going to do it.
Atticus’s thoughts firmed as he focused.
To create a singularity, he had to combine the energy of negation with mana. But unlike last time…
He had to do it inside his body.
Though both energies already flowed through his veins, they did so in harmony, never touching, never interacting.
Almost like they were ignoring each other.
That was about to change.
Atticus exhaled deeply, and his exosuit roared to life, enveloping him entirely in a layer of gleaming, shifting plates.
He moved the energies.
Mana surged.
Negation surged.
And then… they collided.
A violent force jolted through his body.
At his core, the fusion sparked, looking unstable. A small orb of silver light began to form.
It pulsed. Once. Twice. Then it expanded.
The wave moved outward like a shock, flooding through his entire being in a surge. Atticus’s body began to change.
The tips of his hair turned silver.
His eyes flickered between normal and pure black.
His skin lost color, becoming pale, almost ghostlike, like something vital had been drained from him.
And yet… surprisingly, he felt no pain.
Instead, what he felt was something else.
A disconnect.
It was as though every tether he had to the world had been severed.
He couldn’t feel anything.
Couldn’t hear.
Couldn’t see.
He felt like the void. Like nothingness.
His connection to the tree.
To the life force that had bound him.
To existence itself.
All of it… gone.
Still, Atticus hadn’t forgotten his goal.
From the very beginning, he had planned to become a singularity for only the slightest of moments.
Any longer… and he might never return.
The instant he felt the disconnect, he acted.
He focused. Manipulated the fused energy. Pushed it away from his body.
Then, he compressed it again at a single point in front of him.
As it formed, without hesitation, Atticus hurled it skyward.
The disconnect ended.
Sound returned.
Light flooded his eyes.
His body stopped midair, just in time for the singularity to explode above him.
BOOOOM!
A silver burst expanded in all directions like ripples in space, folding the very air, twisting light and gravity into a swirling, thunderous bloom of pure severance.
It cracked the clouds, tore through the skies, and cast an eerie silence before sound came rushing back.
In the backdrop of the explosion, the roar of humanity shook the heavens.
“WHOAAAAA!!”
Fists clenched. Voices screamed. The people leapt into the air in joy.
Humanity screamed at the top of their lungs.
In the Ravenstein control room, every single person let out a long, shaky breath.
Lyanna exhaled hard. “This kid really knows how to scare a lady…”
High above the skies, Avalon, Magnus, and the other paragons of humanity released the breath they hadn’t even realized they were holding.
Atticus was safe and unharmed. At least now… they had a chance.
But despite being free from the tree’s grip, Atticus’s gaze only grew colder.
He had quickly assessed the damage to his body.
Multiple internal tears… strain everywhere… but luckily, there was no permanent damage.
His hand reached for his katana.
BOOM.
His aura exploded, the clouds above parting for hundreds of kilometers, blasted away by sheer pressure.
He drew his blade, words rolling off his lips like a verdict.
“Vorpal Nova.”
A dark crimson aura burst to life, dancing along the edge of his blade.
Atticus blurred.
One image became ten.
Ten became a hundred.
A storm of slashes ignited.
Each swing built on the last until all the images collapsed into a single massive crescent arc the height of a skyscraper.
He slashed.
The arc screamed forward like a god’s scythe, tearing through the air and surging toward the tree.
BOOOOOOOOM!
The impact erupted like a nuclear detonation. The shockwave blew apart clouds, light surging across the sky in a thunderous blaze.
Humanity held its breath.
And as the haze cleared, their eyes widened in disbelief.
There was not a single scratch.
The tree stood untouched. A golden glow surrounded it, looking as radiant and unbroken as ever.
Dread spread through every man, woman, and child.
Seconds passed, then…
Crack.
The Aegis Shield collapsed.
The massive tree plummeted from the skies, hurtling directly toward the human domain.
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