Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground

Atticus was elated, but he didn't let that get to his head; he still had more tests to do.

He did the sthing for other parts of his body, releasing intense mana beams from each part of his body the suit enveloped.

And at the end of these tests, he had saved the best for last: the part of his body where the bulk of his mana was gathered, basically the source of all his mana, his chest.

Atticus focused on his chest, ignoring the annoyed grunt of the suit and focused on the large pentagon-shaped mass embedded in his chest.

It immediately radiated an intense amount of bluish light, the whole form of the suit mirroring the change in color.

Atticus felt as if the mana in his body was drained at a rapid pace, and as though it were not enough, he felt the mana in the air get siphoned into the suit.

The air seemed to crackle as a staggering and intense amount of mana condensed at Atticus's chest as though anticipating the power that was about to be unleashed.

The light bluish mana seemed to take on a deep blue hue as they condensed.

The whole process took 5 seconds, and as soon as it reached that 5 seconds mark, "Shit," the sound of Atticus muttering sounded immediately followed by a cataclysmic explosion that instantaneously cratered the earth in a 100-meter radius around Atticus.

A mana beam, as wide as it was devastating, shot out of Atticus' chest, the force of the blast so intense that Atticus's form shot backwards at a fast speed.

Atticus quickly regained control of his body and swiftly performed a backflip midair, his form skidding down the earth for a few meters before coming to an abrupt stop.

Atticus's gaze focused on the result of the blast.

Just like the other ones, since the terrain was flat, it hadn't been able to hit anything, but this taround, there was a huge difference.

Apart from the huge craters that had formed where he had been standing earlier, the blast had left behind a 50-meter-wide trail of obliterated earth in its wake.

"Damn," Atticus muttered.

If that blast were to hit him, he doubted he would be able to survive. Yes, it was that crazy.

Atticus took his gaze away from the devastating scene and turned his attention inwardly, trying to assess his current situation.

The suit was still enveloping him completely, but Atticus could feel a huge reserve of his mana had already been used up—about 25% of it—and this was followed by the feeling of an intense amount of hunger.

Atticus watched calmly as the sentient suit greedily sucked in mana from the atmosphere, filling the used-up mana at a fast rate. After exactly 9 seconds, 25% of his mana had been recovered, and he was now back to full strength.

Atticus was flabbergasted. 'I knew it was fast, but isn't this too much?' He was completely speechless.

Except for when he was incredibly desperate and stupid, would there ever be a the would use more than 25% of his mana in a span of 9 seconds?

'Oh, that's right,' Atticus suddenly remembered that he was in the advanced training room and the mana was currently multiple times what was outside.

Atticus swiftly approached the control terminal and changed back the settings to mirror the outside world.

And after another cataclysmic explosion, with another grunt, Atticus watched with shock as the suit absorbed mana from the air at multiple times the speed as earlier.

'I see. So it's more about the amount it can absorb at a given tfrthan the amount of mana in the air,' Atticus deduced.

'The amount of mana in the air doesn't matter, which means it'll take about 36 seconds, give or take, to recover the entirety of my mana if it ever cto that.'

It went without saying that this suit would becone of his greatest assets. 'Well, second to the life weapon, of course.'

Atticus, of course, hadn't forgotten his Katana. Nothing could replace it when it cto potential.

He was still at the second art, and yet he was already this powerful. Atticus couldn't wait to see how powerful he would becshould he learn the 3rd, 4th, and 5th, if it reached that high.

Atticus stopped thinking about these things and decided to continue his testing.

'Let's try this next.' He had noticed it when he shot out the mana beams, but when his mana left his body, he had surprisingly perfect control over his mana, especially when it was still in contact with him.

Atticus focused on two points on his back, just below his shoulder, on his scapulas, and with a slight focus, a stream of mana started flowing out from them, their forms extending and molding.

It took a while, but eventually, the forms of two large blue wings, akin to angelic wings, were formed.

They were, of course, both made purely of mana.

Atticus focused on the wings, causing both their forms to flutter a few times. He repeated this for a while, and when he saw that he was getting the hang of them, their forms seemed to coil, and in the next instant, they flapped hard, the force lifting Atticus from the ground, creating a huge gust of air on the earth.

His first few attempts were sloppy; Atticus almost fell and lost control a lot of times. But after a while of constant practice, Atticus got the hang of it.

With a single flap that rocked the space, Atticus's figure tore through the air, crossing a staggering distance within a second.

With another flap, Atticus's form abruptly stopped, and he started flapping gently, his form descending towards the ground, landing gently in a few seconds.

Atticus released his hold on the wings, their forms turning into motes of light. He decided to leave the celebrations for later and immediately created multiple blades and weapons with his mana.

And after a few minutes of that, Atticus decided to test the defensive capabilities of the suit.