Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground

Chapter 857  Warm*

As Atticus muttered under his breath, a holographic interface instantly appeared in front of his face. **Character Profile:**

**Name:** Atticus Ravenstein **Age:** 17

**Gender:** Male **Race:** Human

**Attributes:** Strength: 860 → 999 Agility: 864 → 999 Endurance: 892 → 999

Vitality: 994 → 999

Intelligence: 90 → 159

Perception: 78 → 114 Charm: 80 → 200

Will: 87 → 98

**Level:** Master+

**Talent:** Mythical **Bloodline:** Primordial Elemental Bloodline

**Elements:**

- **Level 4:**  - Fire: 7 → 20%

 - Water: 2.8→ 18% - Air: 0.2→ 16 %  - Earth: 0.2→ 18%  - Light: 0.1→ 17%  - Lightning: 0.1→19%  - Ice: 0.1→ 16%

 - Spirit Element: 1% (NEW!)

- **Level 3:**  - Darkness: 99.1- 99.9%  - Space: 62 → 99.9%

- **Level 2:** NONE

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*Level 1

NONE

*Locked Bloodlines -

Abilities:

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Innate Skills:

* Conceal [Potential: Mythical]

- The ability to conceal your level from anyone regardless of rank. You may choose what level you want to be shown.

- Current mastery: Mythical Life Weapon Skills:

* Transcendent Slash: Godspeed Grace

* Endless Strike

*Vorpal Nova Normal Skills:

* Arcane Barrier [Potential: Transcendent]

- Current Mastery: Grandmaster- >> Grandmaster+

* Elemental Mimicry [Potential: Transcendent]

-Current mastery: Grandmaster- >> Grandmaster+

*Ethereal Cloak [Potential: Empowered] -Current mastery: Master >> Master+ *???: [Collective Potential: Transcendent] -Current mastery: -Dimensional Loop: Novice >> Intermediate+

-Predatory Perception: Novice- >> intermediate+

-Immunity Buildup: Novice- >> Intermediate+ -Slow Decay: Novice- >> Intermediate+ -Pain Resistance: Novice >> Intermediate+ -Aura Masking: Novice- >> Intermediate+ -Revenant's Touch: Novice- >> Intermediate+ -Metabolic Boost: Novice- >> Intermediate+ -Nullification Field: Novice- >> Intermediate

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"Damn," Atticus's mouth hung open. 'This is not good for my health,' he thought with a wry smile.

He had just woken up from a long nap, but now, after looking at his status, an intense shock surged through his body.

Atticus shuddered. 'It's insane.'

Ozeroth scoffed in his mind.

"Meh, it is what it is. On the grand scale of things, you're not even an ant."

"I'm just 17," Atticus thought defensively.

"Don't forget, I can read your memories, bond. And that means nothing. You were almost captured and enslaved by that silver-eyed man. Did you see him caring about your age?"

Atticus went silent.

As blunt as Ozeroth was, he had a point. Still…

"How old are you again?" Atticus suddenly asked.

But after a few seconds of silence, it became clear Ozeroth wasn't going to answer.

Atticus smirked. "Ah, that's right. Centuries. How strong were you when you were 17?"

Ozeroth cleared his throat. "That's not the point! The point is, you need to work harder. As Ozeroth's bond, you must prove that your words hold weight."

"Why are you talking about yourself in the third person?"

"Because the name Ozeroth commands respect," he said firmly. "It's not something to be treated casually, bond."

Atticus chuckled, his smile widening. "You're really leaning into this whole 'I'm a big deal' thing, huh? Third person and all."

"It's not a 'thing.' It's a fact," Ozeroth replied, clearly irritated. "Millions bow to me. My name carries weight across worlds."

"Yeah, yeah, I've heard this speech before," Atticus said, waving his hand dismissively. "Your ego is the size of a small planet. We get it." n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

"I'll have you know—"

"Nope," Atticus interrupted. "Not listening to another monologue about how awesome you are. I've got bigger things to worry about. Like, you know, surviving."

Ozeroth's tone deepened. "If you think survival is your only concern, then you truly don't understand the stakes."

Atticus frowned, his tone growing serious. "What do you mean?"

"Haven't you gone through my memories?"

Atticus paused. He had. He had seen things in Ozeroth's memories that made him shudder.

"You've felt the Spirit King's power," Ozeroth continued. "That was just a fraction of what exists out there. And there are beings far worse. Far stronger. You've only scratched the surface, bond."

Ozeroth's tone shifted, growing colder. "But we'll leave that for later. The Spirit King is coming, and your time is running out."

Atticus's expression darkened. During the bonding process, he had seen the truth about many things, including the Spirit King.

He wasn't just bad, he was pure evil.

Words couldn't describe the atrocities the Spirit King had committed. He had killed trillions of life forms, destroyed entire civilizations, and decimated countless worlds, all for one reason: power.

The spirits' mission in Eldoralth wasn't a minor threat. It was an extinction-level threat.

To other spirits, the Spirit King appeared merciful and benevolent, but Ozeroth knew the truth.

From Tier 7 onward, every spirit awakened an Absolute Aspect, an ability that defined their very being. Ozeroth's aspect was Omnicognition, the ability to see the truth and copy other abilities. Because of this, he had seen the Spirit King's truth.

The Spirit King's aspect was Devourer, a power that allowed him to consume anything and everything. It was similar to the Vampyros Apex ability, but on larger scale. He doesn't just gain abilities, he gained everything from it: power, memories, knowledge, potential, everything

It wasn't just dominating, it was annihilation.

This ability defined the Spirit King's entire existence and fueled his endless conquests. He had done it before, over and over.

The Spirit World was a mid world, bound by strict restrictions that prevented its inhabitants from descending to lower worlds. But the Spirit King had found a way: an anchor.

All he needed was to send one small spirit to a lower world, as the restrictions on them were lower. This spirit would search for an inhabitant capable of using spirit energy and bond with them. From there, more weak spirits would spill into the world, bonding with more inhabitants and spreading like a plague.

This wasn't just a threat, it was a slow, calculated invasion. And the Spirit King was the mastermind behind it all.

The worlds were divided by the energy that flowed through them, mana for the lower worlds and spiritual energy for the mid-worlds.

As more spiritual energy spilled into the lower worlds, it was as if a hole was being carved into them, expanding wider and wider. When it had expanded enough, the Spirit King would descend and consume everything.

Atticus shuddered.

He had seen Ozeroth battle the Spirit King.

Eldoralth would be devoured in seconds.

"Your time is running out," Ozeroth's voice rumbled. "The only saving grace your world had was that only one bloodline has the ability to use spiritual energy."

Atticus's gaze grew intense. Ozeroth was right. Only the Starhaven family had the ability to use spiritual energy in all of Eldoralth. For the sake of the world, this was a good thing.

If more people beyond the Starhaven could use spiritual energy, it would have spread everywhere by now. Eldoralth might have been destroyed long before Atticus was reincarnated into the world.

Atticus felt overwhelmed. To him, it was just one problem after another. Was there no end?

Ozeroth, sensing the wave of emotions flooding through Atticus, rumbled with laughter.

Atticus's gaze flickered in confusion. Is this spirit seriously laughing now? He had just found out his world might end soon, and all Ozeroth could do was laugh?

Atticus stayed silent, letting the spirit have his moment.

After several seconds, Ozeroth's laughter finally subsided.

"Satisfied?" Atticus asked dryly.

Ozeroth chuckled once more before speaking. "Listen, bond. I am Ozeroth. In this entire universe, there is no one like me."

His voice grew louder, like a rising wave, and Atticus could feel the air in the room grow heavy.

A blinding light ignited as Ozeroth emerged from Atticus's chest.

The spirit had shrunk significantly, now no taller than a child's hand, and hovered in the air. Despite his size, he radiated an otherworldly glow. His translucent body shifted like liquid light, and his burning eyes, like twin suns, locked onto Atticus. His demeanor was serious as he continued.

"I am with you. You are my bond," Ozeroth declared, his voice echoing as though it came from everywhere and nowhere at once.

"In this entire universe, I would like to see who dares. They will bow, or they will burn. So lift your head high. Ozeroth is with you."

The room fell into silence.

Atticus and Ozeroth, human and spirit, locked eyes, two beings united by a single purpose, each aiming to reach the peak. For a moment, it felt as though the whole world had stilled.

The camaraderie in the air was palpable.

As Atticus stared into Ozeroth's blazing eyes, he saw it. The spirit meant every single word.

Then, after a few seconds, Atticus chuckled. "You sound so cringe," he said, breaking into laughter.

"Cringe?!" Ozeroth bellowed, his voice shaking the air. "My words are not 'cringe.' They are truth! You'll remember that when they bow or burn."

"Pfft," Atticus snorted, breaking into another fit of laughter.

Ozeroth frowned, his tiny lips twitching. He turned away, shaking his head.

Atticus wiped a tear from his eye, still laughing. "Hahaha, I'm sorry. I just couldn't help myself. You sounded so dramatic."

Ozeroth's glowing form whipped around sharply, tiny wisps of smoke puffing from his nostrils as his burning eyes narrowed into slits.

"Cringe? Dramatic?!" he muttered under his breath before taking a deep breath, crossing his arms, and floating silently for a moment.

"Alright, alright. I'm really sorry this time, okay?" Atticus said, his laughter dying down.

Ozeroth finally turned back to him after a few seconds, his face still serious. "Fine. I'll forgive you this once."

"Now," Ozeroth continued, "it's about time you start preparing. You have potential, but potential means nothing without action. If you don't push yourself, you'll be crushed by those who will."

Atticus fell silent. "I know. I'll get stronger. No matter what."

"Good," Ozeroth replied. "Because the next time you face someone like that silver-eyed man, I won't step in to save you."

"Yeah, yeah," Atticus muttered.

As he gazed at Ozeroth, who continued to speak, a small smile crept onto Atticus's face. Somehow, despite everything, he felt warm inside.

After a few more moments of conversation, Atticus turned his focus to his stats and began planning his next move.