Chapter 252 Cheap
After a few minutes of intense cheering and celebration, each of the youths eventually stopped as soon as a count down clock appeared on the surface of their artifacts.
None of them had to think much and were able to instantly figure out that it was the time each of them had left before they were transported back to the camp. The source of this content can be connected to n0v3lb!n★
The appearance of the count down clock was followed by each of the youths receiving multiple notifications about their rewards for winning the battle.
They all had huge grins on their faces as they made their way back to camp, each still led by their respective Ravenstein youth.
The instant the AI voice had announced the end of the battle, the entire control room building Atticus and the non combatants were in lit up and suddenly started turning ethereal, even the table in the middle of the room.
After a few seconds, the building simply faded out of existence as though it wasn't really there in the first place.
Atticus and the other non combatants all landed on the floor as the floor of the building disappeared from beneath their feet.
Zara and the other non combatants turned to Atticus as though asking for what to do next, but seeing as he was busy gazing at the air as if looking at something, each of them turned silent; it was obvious he was busy going through his artifact.
Despite the fact that they all hadn't actively participated in the battle, since they were amongst the winning division, they all got rewarded too.
They each clicked on their artifacts, excited about their rewards.
Atticus focused on the plethora of notifications displayed in front of him. Apart from receiving the division reward for winning the battle, Atticus had also received a lot of points for defeating more than one thousand students.
It turned out that the 10% each of the youths would lose when they 'die' would be given to whoever 'killed' them.
And although each of them had close to nothing, when pooled together, it was still quite a lot.
Atticus also noticed that apart from the mission rewards, each of the members of the winning division also received rewards from the academy itself.
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Of everyone in the division, it was only Nate that didn't engage in any battle.
Seeing as more than a thousand youths attacked the camp, Atticus saw no need to send both Aurora and Nate to the opposition camp.
Plus, he still chose to be careful, having Nate stand by in case there were any more surprises even though he doubted that.
"Cheer up, big guy. We would still be fighting another battle next month; I'll make sure you fight then," Atticus reassured, trying to lift up his spirits.
But Nate absentmindedly nodded still showing a sad expression on his face.
Atticus sighed, "Alright, I'll spar with you later," he added.
Hearing his words, Nate's eyes immediately lit up. Swiftly turning his gaze towards him, "Really?!" He asked.
Atticus reluctantly nodded in response.
"Yes! Finally!" Nate exclaimed, his bulky figure jumping up in exhilaration, making some of the non combatants turn their heads wondering what made him so happy.
Nate and even the other Ravenstein youths had been trying to get Atticus to spar with them for a while now.
Although Nate, who was closer to Atticus had always been able to voice his intentions, the rest of them unfortunately didn't have that luxury.
But it wasn't that Atticus didn't want to spar with them; he just saw it as a waste of time.
He would rather go through an intensive training session than spar with people weaker than him. It wasn't pride, he just felt that he wouldn't be gaining anything from it.
After a few minutes of waiting, each of the different groups of the division started arriving one by one.
The armored youths had long since taken off their helmets, and each of the youths was all smiling after receiving thousands of points as rewards from the academy.
As each of them arrived at the camp, they all saw a large completely charred area. This was the same area Atticus had defeated the army of youths in.
It became charred because of the fire he had used to disintegrate the pools of blood the youths left behind.