Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground

Chapter 910  The Peak

The pungent smell of the acid sea slammed into Atticus's nose like a hammer. He could feel its corrosive effects lingering on his skin, yet his lips curled into a faint smile.

'I hope he's not watching,' he thought.

If Ozeorth were observing everything, Atticus knew he'd never hear the end of it.

Atticus had taken the spirit's advice to heart. Reflecting on his past experiences, he agreed, he hadn't been using his intelligence and perception to their fullest.

When he had first met the three spirits at the start of the fourth trial, he'd sensed something was off. There had been a palpable tension, a subtle hint that not everything was as it seemed.

He'd chosen Dorander, the silent one, for a single reason: the man wore his emotions on his face.

It had made things easier.

Shock, confusion, hesitation, and even moments of cold resolve, Atticus had read it all. He had known betrayal was coming, though not the specifics of when or how.

Still, he had prepared for it from the very beginning.

The katana could block his spiritual energy. It could suppress his elements and seal his arts. But there was one thing it couldn't touch.

His will.