Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground

The former would of course be the best option and his most preferred, but unfortunately, Atticus could not achieve this, at least not currently.

It required a great amount of focus for him to use his will, something that Atticus currently could not half-ass despite his high intelligence. It was precisely because of this high intelligence that he could control his will at this level in the first place.

'If only I could use that power,' Atticus remembered his transformation when he had utilized his will inside his mindscape.

Then, his will had encompassed the entirety of his form. If he could fight in that form, then Atticus doubted if the suit would have dared to do anything no matter how unfocused he got.

However, what was important was that Atticus couldn't achieve this now, which simply meant that;

'Bye-bye exosuit for now. At least until I'm able to utilize my will in the background and fight intensely at the stime,' Atticus sighed.

He had thoroughly been enjoying the suit's capabilities but now that he had discovered this huge weakness, he would have to put everything on hold for now.

Currently, Atticus's face was still out in the open, with the black suit only covering from his neck downwards.

With a slight thought, the armies of tiny pentagon pieces suddenly started moving, their forms coalescing in the middle of Atticus' chest, getting sucked into it at a fast rate.

After a few seconds, the form of Atticus with his toned upper body in full display was revealed.

Atticus instantly felt his power reducing at an unimaginable rate, returning back to normal. It wasn't a good feeling, if he had to be honest; the feeling of getting weak, it was terrible. Atticus wore his robe in the next moment.

After which, he swiftly checked the ton his artifact, his eyes widening as he saw the current time.

They had each been transported to the science section around 10 in the morning, and Atticus was sure that he had gotten back to the division before 12.

But currently, it was already past 6 pm. He had been training for more than 5 hours without even knowing it.

'Well, at least I've calmed down a bit,' Atticus thought. One of the reasons he had decided to train was to momentarily calm down his raging blood because of what had happened to him.

Atticus shook his head, snapping out of his thoughts. 'They must be back by now,' he swept his gaze around the landscape, taking in all the destruction, his gaze stopping on robot Jared for a few seconds before walking over to the control terminal and clearing out the whole room, returning it to its pristine white appearance.

Atticus also made sure to check and wipe out every record of his taken during this training session.

After which, he walked towards the exit of the training room, the door parting as he approached.

But before Atticus could even step out of the room, "Finally!" he suddenly heard the excited voice of a familiar red eyed girl and in the next instance, Atticus's form deftly darted to the side, evading the blazing form of Aurora streaking into the training room.

Before Atticus could wonder why she had done that, his gaze landed on the forms of Nate, Lucas, and the other Ravenstein youths entering the training room.

Atticus smiled and immediately stared intently at them, scrutinizing each one of them thoroughly.

He had done this because of one reason: they were all donning their exosuits.

"What do you think?"

Atticus turned to see Nate, with his two arms raised while flexing his muscles.

His whole form was enveloped in a dark brown attire with dark intricate lines adorning his form. Lucas was also standing beside him adorned in a sky-blue exosuit with white intricate lines tracing across it.

Although each of them was covered from head to toe, Atticus was still easily able to distinguish between them.

Atticus focused his gaze on the bulky form of Nate. He could immediately feel the large increase in power from Nate's aura.

During the one year period, Nate had been able to break into the advanced- rank. But now with the suit, Atticus could see that it had bumped him up to the Advanced rank. His aura had becheavier.

'Maybe it had something to do with proficiency? Or maybe talent?' Atticus could still remember Gerald's transformation. He had ranked up a surprising twice and this had been in the expert ranks.

But Nate had instead ranked up just once. This was the swith Lucas and the rest of the Ravenstein youths.

Atticus smiled, "You look strong." Atticus's compliment was followed by the sound of a blazing figure crashing down on the earth just a few meters away from the group.

"What about me!" The feminine voice of Aurora sounded immediately after, and the group turned to see her with both her hands on her waist, her form blazing.

Her form was entirely enveloped in raging flames, and her exosuit had a deep red hue with white intricate lines tracing along it.

Although her entire form was covered, including her face, there was no denying it, it was Aurora.

Atticus chuckled slightly as he started walking towards her, "Is this really necessary? We know you can control fire."

The other Ravenstein youths sighed as they saw this.

It was clear to everyone that she was about to erupt, but unlike what they thought, as though a switch were turned off, Aurora slowly lowered her hand down.

"I understand why you're being a hater," even with her face being covered, Atticus could feel the smug smile that had suddenly appeared on her face.

"The hell are you yapping about?"

"You're jealous of my exosuit! You probably got a weak and ugly one hehe"

Atticus had to utilize a lot of effort to stop himself from erupting into laughter.

His exosuit could be called a lot of things, but the word 'weak' or any word in the dictionary that had even the slightest similar meaning to said word, was not one of them.