Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground

Chapter 478 MeetUp

Atticus repeated his actions, moving through the city quickly and reaching his destination after a few moments.

He was careful not to leave the arcane shield on for less than a millisecond, lest anyone notice the golden light.

Atticus also remained completely vigilant of his surroundings, making sure to avoid any areas where a strong person might be present.

He landed on the roof of a large skyscraper, his gaze focused below him. The location the explosion had come from wasn't far from his current location, just northeast of him.

He could see a multitude of guards running past the building he was on and running towards the disturbance.

With a cold gaze, Atticus jumped down and started making his way downwards, reaching the ground after a few moments. What Atticus had planned on doing was one of the easiest hunts he had ever gone on before.

The soldiers were streaming from every direction, passing alleyways and roadside, trying to quickly reach their destination. Atticus could also see multiple hover cars heading towards the explosion; clearly, the ones on the ground were simply the ones who didn't have a ride.

It just so happened that they were all Advanced- rank individuals. Perfect for farming.

Atticus moved fast and very precisely, targeting soldiers in secluded areas, ambushing and killing them before they could even make a sound. The instant Atticus killed them, he kept their bodies inside one of the spatial storages.

This tactic of his worked like a charm. He remained invisible, brutally and unexpectedly killing the soldiers before they could even have time to understand what was going on.

Many might call Atticus's actions cruel, and indeed they were, killing a random bunch of soldiers who practically hadn't done anything to him. It was wrong on every level.

He had decided to kill those who tried to kill him, and although he didn't know for sure, Atticus had no doubts that should they catch him, they wouldn't hesitate to do so; if they could.

He wasn't trying to justify his actions, they were bad and he had already accepted this. But at the very least he was right.

After a while of doing this, Atticus clicked on his artifact, checking his current summit points:

Summit points: 1,510

He had killed a total of 30 men. Seeing his current summit points, Atticus nodded in satisfaction; it was enough.

Atticus chose a dark spot inside an alleyway and released his ethereal cloak art, planning on resting for a few minutes before he moved.

After years of practice, he had increased the time he could maintain the ethereal cloak art by staggering levels, but at the end of the day, it wasn't limitless. He still had to regain his balance, especially after using it for a long period.

After a few minutes, a mana cloak engulfed Atticus' figure, his body becoming translucent and disappearing in the next second.

Mana suddenly coalesced around Atticus's legs, his figure shooting forward and running up the building.

After a few moments, Atticus reached the top of the bone made building, landing on the roof.

He was still close to where the explosion had happened, and despite killing so many soldiers, none of the soldiers were even aware and still kept on moving towards the location.

Fixing his gaze on it, Atticus could see smoke rising up from one side of a building. It wasn't as tall as the skyscraper he was currently on, but it was still large regardless. The perfect representation would be a three-story building.

Although the distance between them was quite far, Atticus could see the subtle vibrations coming from within the building. 'There's a fight going on there,' he concluded.

Reaching this conclusion, Atticus removed his gaze instantly, having no intention of involving himself, especially when he had no idea what was really happening there.

'I have to be careful where I use this art; Master-rank and even Expert rank would be able to find me,' he thought to himself.

Just as Atticus turned and was about to leave, another large explosion suddenly struck the same building he had been looking at.

Atticus's gaze snapped back just in time to see a large figure bursting out of the smoke-filled part of the building, followed by three unsheathed blades cutting through the air.

Just as gravity was about to act on this figure, one of the blades suddenly positioned itself underneath the figure's feet, propelling him towards the direction of the building Atticus was on.

Repeating this move a few more times at a fast pace, he landed on the roof of the building, his form not stopping for an instant as he immediately shot forward towards the other side of the building, the blades moving at a fast speed behind him, following him closely.

Atticus had been in the middle of the roof, and as the figure had landed, he had immediately moved forward at fast speed.

It had been brief, a speed that would've been a blur to many people, but to Atticus, it might as well have been a day.

Atticus's lips suddenly curled up into a wide grin as his gaze landed on the massive figure of the boy zooming past him.

The boy was bulky in size, his long hair, which had a striking red hue, cascaded down with an almost ethereal grace. He had red tattoos that adorned his body and currently had a huge broadsword on his back.

It was none other than Kael.

Kael also seemed to feel a familiar presence, his gaze turning to the side and seeing the faint shape of Atticus, who had taken off his helmet.

His expression morphed into a bestial grin, but his steps didn't once stop.

Time regained its motion, and the figure of Kael was long gone, having jumped down the building.

Atticus focused, increasing the potency of his ethereal cloak, his figure becoming completely invisible once again.

Simultaneously, the forms of small ships and hover cars zoomed past the top of the skyscraper, each of them heading towards the direction Kael had gone.

Atticus wasted no time and instantly kept on moving, jumping down the building, his mind in deep thought.