Chapter 324 50 Hours

Chapter 324 50 Hours

?Atticus gazed at his stats with a neutral stare as he made his way out of the room. nove(l)bi(n.)com

It was always very disheartening to work hard and at the end of the day see minimal progress.

Yes, gradual improvement was the path to strength, but Atticus also believed that if one didn't train efficiently and in the right way, they would simply be wasting their time.

The level 3 elements that Atticus had been trying so hard to increase had all shown a slight improvement.

Atticus hadn't been expecting mind-boggling progress, but if this was the result of just one hour of training, no words could describe how happy he felt.

The space element, in which Atticus had been struggling to increase his exposure number, had increased significantly in just one hour of training.

Many might see one or two points as insignificant, but Atticus, who had been the one doing all the training and suffering, knew how much of a milestone this was.

Atticus gazed at the exposure numbers for his space element. He had done a simple calculation when he had first found out that teleportation runes could help increase the numbers.

He needed to spam approximately three thousand runes to unlock the element. Given the number of runes he was getting every day, Atticus surmised that it would have taken him about 170 days to reach that amount.

Atticus had only started spamming the runes a few days ago, so at most, his exposure number should've only increased by one.

Which was why looking at the staggering 3-point increase when he had clearly only spent one hour outside the room was astonishing. Atticus couldn't even explain how he was feeling.

It was as if he should to pack each one of the elemental rooms and take them back to his division.

"You're all clearly being undervalued here; I'll take care of you,"

At this point, Atticus was already outside the room, gazing at the door with reluctance.

Just as he was about to start walking away, a thought struck him.

He would have truly loved to keep training until the two hours were up, but Atticus had plans today.

On his way out, Atticus met Seraphin, who flashed him a huge smile and waved upon seeing him.

Regardless of how many times Atticus saw him, there was always one word that came to his head: weirdo. The boy was truly weird.

But Atticus had neither the time nor energy to ponder what his deal was. He kept walking, stepping out of the room in a few seconds.

Atticus continued toward the end of the hall and entered a men's bathroom.

He could see some youths washing their hands at the sink in front of the large wall-mounted mirror.

The bathroom looked just like any other, with a couple of sinks in front of a mirror and an array of toilet booths behind.

As soon as Atticus's tall, white-haired figure and piercing blue eyes appeared in the mirror, every one of their eyes almost bulged out of their sockets.

Their forms immediately flinched, and they started washing their hands rapidly, not making a sound.

Atticus subtly raised an eyebrow at their reaction. 'Isn't this a little too much?'

The youths in the bathroom were of lower tiers, and he knew that each of them wouldn't want to cross a tier one, but their reactions to his entry had been far too exaggerated.

Atticus couldn't help but suspect that something was going on.

The students washed their hands quickly and bolted out of the bathroom like lightning.

"Hmm," Atticus stared at the door for a few seconds before averting his gaze.

He would find out later.

Atticus entered one of the booths, which, despite its moderate size, was very spacious.

Each booth was accompanied by a fancy toilet in the middle, a large screen TV, and even a couch. There was also a shelf filled with books on the side for readers.