Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground - Chapter 1119 - 1119: Power Ruled
‘Ready?’ Ozeroth’s excited voice rang in his mind.
‘Ready,’ Atticus replied without hesitation.
His hand reached for the katana.
Slow. Measured.
The metal screeched as it slid from the scabbard, the sound echoing across the battlefield, all the way to the Aeonian domain.
It felt like the world itself was holding its breath.
But just as the blade was about to leave its scabbard,
Atticus moved.
The distance between them was erased, his movement so fast that not even a trail of light was left in his wake.
His katana came down, a violet arc screaming through the sky. Trails of purple light followed the blade’s path, ripping the air apart with sheer force.
Elderish reacted instantly. His fist shot upward, wrapped in surging energy…
It met the blade.
Boom!
The impact birthed a shockwave of titanic proportions that exploded outward, tearing clouds apart and sending yet another tremor hurtling toward the Aeonian domain.
The people below screamed as the buildings and land shuddered.
‘This strength!’ Elderish’s eyes widened.
But he wasn’t given even a second to breathe.
The sound of air being shredded echoed through the skies and, in the next instant, dozens of slashes burst out from Atticus, converging around Elderish like a collapsing net.
Elderish’s fists blurred.
He met them with a storm of punches, each strike creating bursts of compressed force.
Fist met slash. Energy met steel.
Each collision detonated like a blast, shockwaves overlapping, distorting the space around them. It felt like the world itself was being dragged into their fight.
But Atticus vanished again, before reappearing behind Elderish, blade sweeping horizontally.
Elderish twisted, barely catching the strike on his forearm, only for another slash to explode upward from beneath, forcing him back.
But Atticus didn’t stop.
He pressed the attack, strikes flowing in an endless chain.
One cut high, another low, another reversed midway.
Every move was precise. Fluid. Deadly.
Elderish blocked, deflected, absorbed, but even then, each impact made his eyes widen.
There was no doubt about it, the dynamics had changed.
Although Atticus had truly grown more powerful, Elderish was still stronger and had more speed than him. However, this was what confused him.
If he was still slower and weaker than him, then what changed?
As he deflected and evaded another deadly attack from Atticus, he suddenly met his eyes, then froze.
Those… those weren’t Atticus’ eyes.
Elderish could see him there. But besides him, he could see something else. Another being.
The realization slammed onto him. ‘His spirit!’
This was what had changed!
Atticus had been fighting alone before. But now, he had merged with his spirit.
Which meant… he was currently fighting with two people!
Atticus, with his adaptive and perceptive mind.
And Ozeroth, with his pure, razor-sharp battle instincts.
Together, they moved.
Together, they turned.
And together, they unleashed attack after attack, overwhelming Elderish with relentless force.
But Elderish was no small figure.
In the past, he might have been overwhelmed, but not now, especially with the Gardener’s recent boost.
His power was monstrous.
His aura erupted, towering once more as he called on the abilities of the races.
He weaved through them, layering them in tandem, clashing against Atticus in a violent chain of explosions.
Still, his gaze widened again.
He was being pushed back.
No… he was losing. And he couldn’t understand why.
Every skill he used. Every technique. Was being replicated, instantly, before being turned against him.
This kept catching him off guard.
Again and again, Atticus’ attacks slipped through, carving into him.
‘This is really useful.’
While Elderish tried to process it, Atticus couldn’t help but give praise.
And in response, Ozeroth’s voice rang out proudly in his mind.
“The great Ozeroth Aspect is the best.”
Atticus smirked inwardly.
“You’re not wrong.”
What Elderish didn’t know was Ozeroth’s main power. His Aspect.
Omnicognition.
There was a saying:
Only the owner could truly use it best.
But because they were bonded, Atticus had access to it too.
But the thing was, Atticus rarely used it.
In battle, he preferred what he had tested. What he trusted. Not his opponent’s ability gained mid-fight.
Because of that, he hadn’t trained in using Omnicognition to its full potential.
But Ozeroth was different.
He was the Aspect. It was part of him. He had grown with it. Mastered it.
And now that they were fused together, Omnicognition was unleashed at its peak.
Every technique Elderish used, every movement, every ability from the races was read and copied, before being used back against him instantly.
Atticus’ strikes landed again and again, carving through Elderish’s form at multiple points.
Blood spilled and flesh tore, but just as quickly, it regenerated.
Atticus clicked his tongue.
‘He bonded with the Regenerari core.’
Of course he did.
That core made killing him… far more difficult.
From what Atticus had seen of the Regenerari Apex, even if a single drop of blood remained… he could come back.
…
While Atticus faced his dilemma with Elderish, the battle between Whisker and the Gardener had intensified to terrifying levels.
Rabid, ferocious beasts clashed violently with light green vines that lashed out like whips, neither side yielding. Neither side falling.
‘He’s grown powerful.’
The Gardener thought coldly.
At this point, he couldn’t help but feel the shock settling in his chest.
Whisker was the last born of their father and the weakest amongst them.
And yet now… he had grown strong enough to clash against him.
‘Impossible.’
The Gardener denied it with everything he had. His eyes narrowed.
“I’ll show you your place!”
But Whisker only smirked as their mouths moved in sync:
“Impose!”
Everything froze.
The vines.
The beasts.
Even the battle raging below between the paragons.
Then, the air shifted.
Reality distorted before a violent storm of will erupted between them.
Blue on one side. Green on the other.
Both surged violently before colliding.
And then, the world began to change.
On the Gardener’s side, trees sprouted in an instant. The skies transformed, turning into a vast grassland.
Vines exploded from the ground, multiplying rapidly, coiling around Whisker’s beasts.
Some of the beasts began to crack open, trees growing from within their bodies.
Numerous spores flooded the air, and even the breath Whisker took turned into seed-laced fog, ready to grow.
But Whisker didn’t sit still.
His will bled outward, like ink into water, corrupting the world with chaos, with wilderness.
The gate behind him trembled, and more beasts surged out.
They were ravenous. Untamed and endless.
They gnawed. Roared. And swarmed.
And as they did, the world around them twisted again, stretching into an untamed wild.
A domain where there was no law.
Where only one truth remained:
Power ruled.
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