Atticus’s Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground - Chapter 1071

Chapter 1071: Still Untouchable
Atticus exhaled heavily, taking in deep, calming breaths. His chest rose and fell steadily as he tried to steady his body.

Then, slowly, he opened his eyes once more.

They were still mismatched, one blue, one purple, but now a new color had entered the mix.

At the top of each iris, a sharpened slice of obsidian black etched itself, looking like a slice of pie or pizza.

But his appearance wasn’t what had his attention.

Atticus raised his arms slowly and stared at his hands.

To most, they would’ve seemed normal. But to him? They were very different. The air around them trembled, forming faint distortions that bent light and shimmered like heat waves.

Atticus smiled, and then—

Blip.

His body vanished.

Blip.

He reappeared at the edge of the training room.

Blip. Blip. Blip.

He blinked across the space, appearing and disappearing at a speed that surpassed even the limits of his space element, at its current level.

He stopped in the center of the room, completely wide-eyed and breathless.

“This is incredible!”

This wasn’t like controlling space.

It was as though he had become space itself. Space wasn’t something external anymore. It was an extension of his very being.

He loved every second of it.

But he wasn’t done.

He moved on, testing the other techniques of the Dimensari that he had read and learned about.

Dimensional Blades; long blades made of compressed space materialized, slicing through the air with barely a sound.

Next, Dimensional Phasing.

He activated the room’s paragon-rank training bots, and they attacked instantly, unleashing flurries of brutal strikes. But as they attacked, their blows passed through him.

It was like he wasn’t there. Like he existed in another layer of reality. Their fists and weapons phased through him as if he were untouchable.

Then, Dimensional Perception.

Atticus remained in place, focusing hard and ignoring the robots attacking him.

Suddenly, he saw it all.

Faint outlines of other versions of himself, reacting in different ways, dodging left, blocking, countering, blinking away.

He watched them. Studied them.

He processed countless alternate realities at once, evaluating the best course of action based on potential futures, split-second possibilities, and spatial variables.

This… was on another level.

Atticus decided to move to another power, Dimensional Duplication, trying to summon alternate versions of himself. However, no matter how many times he tried, nothing happened.

Atticus frowned.

“Are they locked… like those Auralithian abilities?”

It was just like before.

Some of the most powerful abilities, the ones that truly defined the race’s power and supremacy, were sealed.

‘How can I release them?’

It was frustrating. Infuriating that he couldn’t get access to them. The fact that he didn’t know how to release them made everything worse.

He exhaled sharply and cleared his thoughts, forcing himself to stop thinking about what he couldn’t control.

Not yet, at least.

Instead, he brought up his stats, wanting to confirm what he already suspected.

Race: Tri-Core Hybrid (Sub-designation: Human–Auralithian–Dimensari)

He had gotten a new title… one that made his path clearer.

Confirming that his race had changed, Atticus scrolled down to his abilities. His eyes ignored the earlier ones until they landed on the final two entries, two that stood apart from the rest.

• Dimensional Duplication (LOCKED)

This ability allows the user to summon alternate versions of themselves from parallel dimensions. These versions are not illusions, but fully autonomous echoes, each representing a different decision, a different path the user could have taken. Some may be weaker. Some may be stronger. Some… unpredictable.

• Dimensional Expansion (LOCKED)

This allows the user to create and manifest a personal dimensional world, an artificial plane governed entirely by their will. Within this dimension, the user sets the rules.

Atticus stared at them for a long moment, then sighed.

“If only I knew how to unlock it…”

That would have been ideal. Even a single one of those abilities would elevate his arsenal tenfold.

His gaze turned back to the remaining two cores—the searing red and the rotten bronze.

“Should I absorb the others now?”

But before he could even move, a familiar voice echoed through his mind.

“Don’t do that, bond.”

Atticus raised a brow.

“Why?”

“Do you have bananas for brains?” Ozeorth barked. “Didn’t you see the strain your body just went through? If you try to absorb another one now, you might as well lie down and pop like a balloon.”

Atticus cleared his throat, offended.

“You didn’t have to be so mean about it.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize I was talking to Princess Atticus the Delicate. My bad.”

Ozeorth’s tone was filled with sarcasm.

“You need rest, Princess. Or you’ll die. Just a fair warning.”

Atticus narrowed his eyes.

“Now you’re just making fun of me.”

“And here I was thinking you actually did have bananas for brains, but looks like you’ve got a little more fruit up there. Progress!”

Atticus sighed, shaking his head.

“You’re having fun, aren’t you?”

“Absolutely. Enjoying every second of it.”

Atticus ignored him, tuning the spirit out with a smirk and gently storing away the two remaining cores.

“I better go say hi.”

His figure blipped, disappearing from his training room and reappearing just outside the adjacent one.

As his presence filled the space, Atticus’s eyes swept across the battlefield before him.

A battle was underway.

At the center was Magnus, calm and unmoved, his aura expansive, crackling. Lightning curled around his figure like a coiled beast.

All around him, Ember, Caldor, Aurora, Kael, and Zoey.

They moved together, unleashing their abilities with everything they had.

Their goal: land a single hit on Magnus.

But not one blow grazed him.

He didn’t even move.

The lightning around him flickered, intercepting every attack, blocking every strike.

His gaze remained the same, still.

As Atticus leaned against the wall, his presence permeated the room.

Magnus turned, his eyes meeting Atticus’s. A faint smile appeared on his face. At that moment, the combined assault of all five surged toward him.

But without lifting a finger, lightning cracked, roaring outward in a circular pulse.

Boom.

All five were flung backward, crashing into the ground with groans and startled gasps.

Atticus chuckled softly.

“Still untouchable, Grandpa.”