Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground - Chapter 1662 Tower

Chapter 1662  Tower

Grief. Rage. Vengeance. Betrayal. Injustice. Loneliness. Resolve.

They were each emotions expressed by Solvath. However, the emotions had manifested in Atticus’ image, embodying him.

To defeat them, he had to confront each of the emotions he had been suppressing for years now.

Grief, that even after everything, he had still lost his people.

Rage. The urge to abandon control and burn the world after everything it had done to him.

Vengeance, the need to repay everyone who had ever wronged him.

Betrayal, those who had broken his trust.

Injustice, the sheer unfairness of the world.

Loneliness, with his power and the burdens he carried, he had pushed people away.

Resolve, the purpose that refused to let him stop.

It was hard. In some ways, harder than his battle with the weapon where he had almost lost his life.

However, Atticus accepted every single emotion, silently watching as each clone faded out of existence.

Not long after, he approached the tower in the middle of the forest. The seven holes on the door that had earlier been empty were now radiating a soft purple light.

As Atticus drew closer, the door suddenly flared with a bright light.

 As it dimmed, he found himself staring into the abyssal shadow within the tower.

He exhaled slowly. Every trace of tension left his body. Solvath’s power coursed through him, sending waves of emotion rippling, yet his eyes remained unnervingly still.

None of it moved him. Not anymore.

With a calm expression, he stepped forward, swallowed entirely by the darkness.

A moment later, a flood of light struck his eyes. However, Atticus didn’t even so much as flinch. His gaze remained steady, grip firm on his katana as he carefully scanned his surroundings.

‘A room.’

The room was large and enclosed. He couldn’t find any visible light source, yet it was brightly lit.

There was a long table along the wall beside him, with ten orbs of varying colors arranged neatly apart.

‘They’re different.’

Not just in color, but in energy as well. Atticus could faintly feel each of them even from where he stood.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, then shifted his focus to scan the rest of the room.

It wasn’t long before he found a large gap splitting the room in two. A thin metal pole linked both sides, with a yawning drop below. Atticus couldn’t see its depth, only endless darkness.

There was no doubt what would happen if he fell.

He stared at the metal pole. He was clearly meant to use it to get to the other side, but was that really all there was to it? What about the orbs… the energy?

As always, the katana offered no instructions. Atticus was walking blind here. He had overcome all the clones and his emotions. As far as he knew, that was all he needed to overcome Solvath.

So what was the purpose of this tower?

Exhaling lightly, Atticus continued scanning the room for any sort of clue. A moment later, he stepped to the edge of the gap, narrowing his eyes at what he could make out as small holes on the opposite wall.

‘One, two… ten. There’s ten.’

Atticus shifted his gaze back toward the ten orbs laid out on the table, his expression turning thoughtful.

Ten orbs. Ten holes. It was clear.

Atticus approached the table and studied the orbs. They were less like solid objects and more like countless interwoven strands of energy.

After a few moments, he realized he had never encountered any of this energy before. Some behaved like elements, yet were intrinsically different. They resembled mana, but of an entirely different nature.

Atticus stretched his arm toward one. When his hand passed through it without resistance, he frowned and drew it back.

He couldn’t touch them. They were unfamiliar energies, and as such, beyond his control.

Then how the hell was he supposed to get them to the other side of the room?

‘Hmm.’

Atticus’ gaze settled on his arm, a thought forming in his mind.

If the sixth trial revolved around Solvath, then it was safe to assume that everything here fell within that domain. Accepting his emotions had granted him access to Solvath’s power.

Then perhaps this was meant to teach him how to use it.

‘Primordial Star of Harmony.’

For harmony to exist, different things had to exist first… before they could be brought together.

And before that, he had to be able to control those different things individually. In this case, ten distinct energies.

Atticus stared at the orbs for a moment, then gave a small nod. It was worth a try. He raised his arm above one and closed his eyes.

He reached deep within himself, calling upon Solvath’s power. A surge of emotion tore through him, but nothing stirred his composure.

A moment later, he opened his eyes.

The world had turned purple.

The orbs, once varied in color, had been reduced to a single unified purple, pulsing faintly.

As he focused on his arm, a warmth spread through it. The next moment, the orb trembled faintly, then shot toward his grasp.

Atticus drew it closer, staring at it in silence. He could feel something… strange brushing through him. It was difficult to put into words, as though he instinctively understood everything that made up the energy.

‘Hm.’

Getting a feel for it, Atticus turned and approached the gap. The thin metal pole posed no problem for him, his control over his body having long surpassed ordinary limits.

As he reached the other side, he placed the orb into the first hole and turned back. He repeated the same process nine more times. The only thing that changed was the sensation he felt each time he grasped a new energy, each one distinct in its composition.

Eventually, Atticus placed the last orb into its hole. Then, he glanced around, waiting.

Several seconds passed. Nothing happened.

He frowned.

Atticus turned his gaze back to the holes.

‘Maybe there’s an order.’

A moment later, he shook his head. The holes were identical, lacking any distinguishing features. Aside from their differing colors and nature, the orbs themselves offered no indication either. There was nothing suggesting that each orb belonged to a specific slot.

‘So what did I miss?’

A moment later, a sudden flash of light drew his attention to the other side of the room.

He frowned.

On the table, the orbs he had just placed into the holes had reappeared.

A second later, he approached the table, deep in thought.

‘Solvath… harmony. Hmm.’

Harmony required the ability to control multiple energies, yes. However, to truly achieve it, he would have to control them simultaneously, not separately.

‘It makes sense.’

He just had to place the energies into the holes at the same time.

Exhaling, Atticus reached deep within himself once more and summoned Solvath’s power. He felt that strange sensation as he grasped one energy, letting it hover just before him. Then he reached for the next and repeated the process.

Instantly, Atticus felt two opposing concepts clash within his mind. They behaved like strong magnets, pulling toward each other, trying to fuse.

He had to exert effort just to keep them apart.

He reached for the third, and the same thing happened, the strain increasing further.

By the time he reached the tenth, the pressure had built to the point where Atticus gritted his teeth and clenched his fists.

Now, ten energies strained against his control, all trying to merge at once, and the pressure had reached an overwhelming level.

Swallowing, Atticus began walking. As he reached the gap, he paused, his gaze settling on the metal pole.

Now… he understood why it was there. Maintaining his balance on the pole while holding all of this together…

Still, Atticus steeled his mind and placed his foot on the pole. First step, second step… everything held.

For a brief moment, his gaze dipped toward the pole… then his focus slipped.

Three of the energies fused together in an instant.

Atticus’ eyes sharpened. He moved quickly to separate them, but the mixture trembled violently, then—

Boom!

A violent blast flung him backward. He caught the metal pole and yanked himself back before he could fall into the abyss.

But his eyes sharpened as the remaining energies started to fuse, trembling violently. He pulled himself away from the space instantly, rolling across the floor as it erupted in a violent explosion, the blast hurling him back.

A moment later, Atticus gazed at the thick smoke rising above the gap, letting out a slow breath. At least now he knew, combining the energies was not an option.

Several seconds later, Atticus stood before the pole once more, having gathered every energy. He exhaled, steadying his mind, then stepped onto the pole. This time, he kept his focus entirely on the energies. Earlier, he had allowed his attention to slip to the pole… and he had paid for it.

His movements were slower this time, deliberate, but eventually he reached the other side without faltering.

Spreading the orbs out before him, he inserted each one into the holes at the same time.

“Whew.”

He released a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding and scanned his surroundings.

Nothing.

Several more seconds passed, and Atticus began to frown when a sudden light caught his attention from the side.

On the wall, a sheet of light had formed, taking the shape of a door.

Atticus let out a quiet sigh, shaking his head. He was beginning to hate the katana for these absurd trials.

A moment later, his fists clenched.

‘Anything for power.’

Steeling his mind, he stepped forward and entered the door.

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