Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1506

Chapter 1506: Count Layer

’Where am I?’

Atticus tried blinking away the endless darkness, but it didn’t budge. No matter where he turned, it was all he saw.

’Don’t tell me...’

As the thought formed, a sudden force jerked his mind. The darkness vanished as crimson light poured in from every direction, surging toward him.

’Shield!’

Atticus’ will churned, bursting from him and meeting the incoming crimson sea in a clash.

He gritted his teeth as he tried to push back against the relentless pressure.

’I’m assimilating with the wills.’ He realized.

The thousands of wills he’d gathered in the viscount realm were now combining with his will. Their sheer size and strength far surpassed anything he had experienced.

His feet scraped against the darkness as he was pushed back. He gritted his teeth, veins snaking across his head as he fought, but he was losing.

’I have to do something... anything.’

Atticus searched his memory. His will wasn’t strong enough to assimilate thousands of wills at the same time. He needed a way to strengthen it.

’The world is tinder, I will choose what burns and what survives... the world is tinder...’

As he recited the creed like a mantra, he felt his will strengthen. He stopped getting pushed back. But his eyes sharpened.

’I need more...’

The wills were still overwhelming him. He reached deeper into himself, searching for anything that could reinforce his will.

’My fire... should I burn hotter?’ He tried, but nothing.

’No... it’s not enough.’

He shifted to force. ’Should I try to brute force it?’

But he shook the next moment as a tremor spread through his will, followed by a spike of pain.

’They’re too many.’

Atticus mind ran fast.

’Focus?’ He could try to narrow his will in one point to cut through.

’No.’ He fixed his eyes at the sea, hitting him from every direction. He would be crushed before he could cut through.

He grit his teeth as another tidal wave of wills crashed into him.

’There has to be something...’

A thought suddenly struck him, and the scene of last night, after his battle with Merek flashed in his mind.

’Blade and shield.’

Somehow, the resolution he had made stuck with him even now.

He had felt it last night when he decided to be both: a blade to strike his enemies, and a shield to protect the people he loved. Back then, it had been nothing more than a metaphor.

But now, under this crushing sea of wills, Atticus couldn’t help drawing the connection.

’The burning.’

The world was tinder. He would choose what burned and what survived.

His will burned his enemies.

His will protected his family.

Blade and shield. He had resolved to be both, yet the truth was he had always been both.

He was a blade, and a shield...

A blinding image burst into his mind. A figure wrapped in two opposing flames, one rising from the right side of its body, the other from the left. A sudden surge of warmth and power ripped through him.

’Is this...?’

Manifestation.

Atticus was sure of it. His strength burst outward, and the thousands of wills pressing down on him suddenly felt inconsequential. He advanced with a step, pushing back against them.

His will flared. His body blazed. But his flames felt split, like two distinct natures burning through him.

’Sleep.’

The wills battering him instantly turned docile, folding under his command as he absorbed them one after another.

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