Chapter 812 Idleness

Chapter 812 Idleness

As Atticus's words dropped, the sanctum masters could swear they heard something shatter.

Ulithi's expression twisted, and his lips trembled as he asked,

"W-why?"

Atticus smiled wryly, shaking his head.

"I'm trying to hold off on something for now. I'm sorry," he explained, offering only as much information as he felt comfortable with.

The other sanctum masters tried hard to stifle their laughter, but a few chuckles still slipped out as they saw the profound sadness on Ulithi's face. Atticus had managed to form all the other domains except his, and now he was saying he had to stop? Ulithi felt cheated.

"W-when?"

He managed to ask.

"Honestly, I'm not sure yet. But it will be very soon. You don't have to worry. I still plan on forming my domain... just not now."

Ulithi's mouth moved as though to speak, but no words came out. His mind churned with different scenarios. What if he died without witnessing the boy forming his domain? His thoughts shifted toward his poor life habits. As a grandmaster+, he had a potbelly!

'I have to change,' Ulithi realized inwardly.

If anyone could hear his thoughts, they would have been shocked to see that this lazy man wanted to change because of Atticus. Once again, the kid had pulled off a miracle.

After paying his respects and assuring Ulithi he would return, Atticus left the elemental sanctums and descended back toward the estate.

'Middle master+ rank.'

Currently, Atticus was still in the master+ rank, but he had already reached the end of its middle stage.

The formation of his darkness domain would have pushed him to the upper stage, but for now, Atticus didn't want that. Although it would significantly increase his power, it didn't change the fact that he would be treading a thin line.

Atticus knew himself well. He could easily discover a new power and, before he knew it, rank up unintentionally. The last thing he wanted was to be caught off guard when he got transported into the katana's world.

Returning to the estate with his incubator, Atticus rested for a day. The consecutive formation of multiple domains had taken a toll on him, and he needed significant rest.

The day passed, and after refreshing himself, Atticus left the estate and headed to the training room.

The usual flock of ladies lingered outside, but Atticus had bigger priorities. He dedicated himself to training once more, shifting between the superior race art and the space element, though he focused more on the former.

In preparation for the katana's realm, Atticus had to prioritize his mana based arts. The variability and strength of the superior race art made it perfect for this situation.

Time passed as he trained. He felt his mastery increase significantly, and though he didn't actively do anything, he could feel his connection to the egg deepening.

Each moment they spent together made it more vivid in expressing its emotions. Atticus could now tell when it was happy, sad, or afraid.

"Hmm,"

His sensitivity had increased significantly.

After speaking to Magnus, Atticus picked up the incubator and headed back to his room, where he simply sat down and meditated for a while.

He heard a knock on the door, though his eyes were already open. He had sensed the figure approaching long before they reached his door.

"Come in."

The door opened, and a humanoid figure with a spherical face entered the room. It was Niall, the grandmaster that Whisker had given to Atticus in the abyssal chasm.

Niall didn't bow. He simply stood in front of Atticus, though his shock was apparent.

Was this the same kid he had met months ago? The one he had restrained himself to fight? A child he could have killed with ease if he'd wanted to? It seemed impossible, and yet, here he was.

"Wh—"

"What do you want?"

Niall's expression strained. Atticus's voice was dismissive and cold, as though addressing an annoying bug that should leave quickly.

He, a general of the sovereign, was being spoken to in this manner?

Niall suppressed the anger bubbling within and decided to say what he had come to say.

"Since I've arrived at the estate, I've done nothing. While I don't care about serving you, it was my sovereign's command..."

"I'll call you when I need you. For now, I don't."

Atticus's expression didn't change as he spoke, and his words made Niall clench his fists tightly.

Atticus knew how the beast felt, but he didn't care. Why should he care about the feelings of someone who had once tried to kill him? It seemed absurd.

Ever since they had arrived at the estate, Atticus had given Niall a few simple instructions: Stay within the mansion. Don't harm anyone, but defend yourself if necessary. And don't cause trouble.

It was just three rules, and that was all Niall had been doing since. But now, the idleness was eating at him. It was maddening.

Niall wanted to do something—anything—which was why he had approached Atticus himself, hoping for an opportunity. But now, he felt unsure of what to do.

As he turned in anger and was about to leave, he suddenly heard Atticus's voice from behind and paused.

"Get ready. We'll be leaving the sector together soon."

Niall didn't turn or say anything, but those words, at the very least, calmed his anger. With a slight nod, he walked out of the room.

"He should be useful. I'll keep him around just in case," Atticus thought.

As Atticus continued meditating, another day passed, and Seraphina arrived at the estate in a large purple construct.