Chapter 370 Brought Down

Chapter 370 Brought Down

A total of 100 members of your division are dead.

Total Penalty: -100% of your academy points have been deducted.

Atticus gazed at the displayed notification box with a surprisingly expressionless face. Without a doubt, what Atticus had just read brought about a whole world of shock to him.

As soon as he read this, there was only one question that came to Atticus's head: how?

He had taken literally every precaution possible to prevent exactly this situation from happening, to ensure that they would all be safe. But now it was as if everything he had done was made obsolete.

As soon as he saw that message, without even trying, his brain had thought about multiple possibilities of how this had happened.

And after going through the myriad of possibilities that popped up in his head, Atticus felt like there was only one possible explanation that would make complete sense in this situation: the academy campus.

His thoughts moved at a fast speed, coming up with multiple explanations.

The academy campus was divided between the leaders and non-leaders. In every year, the leaders of every division were always 1000 students, but this was completely different from the non-leaders.

Millions of youths were admitted into the academy every year, and if only a thousand were taken away from that, that would leave well... millions of other students.

Compared to the leaders' section, the non-leaders' section was insanely massive, completely incomprehensible. The amount of space needed to contain millions of students was a lot.

And this was why even till now, Aurora, Nate, and Lucas still haven't met themselves in the campus, not that they needed to. They weren't even taught in the same class.

The point that Atticus had gotten from all of this was that his division members were completely divided there, and worst of all, he couldn't even get to them. It was the perfect place to get to him.

Amongst the possibilities, Atticus had also thought about an attack on the camp by an enemy that they couldn't handle, but he quickly dismissed that thought. It didn't make any sense.

There were more than a thousand members of his division, so if the camp was under attack, why would exactly 100 members of his division die? It made no sense.

That number was too exact, too precise to be coincidental.

Atticus wasn't even looking at any one of them; in fact, his expression was completely calm.

But each of them could feel it, despite the distance. They could each feel the intense chilly aura radiating out from Atticus's form.

No one had to tell them; they all instinctively knew he was angry.

They each shivered.

None of them knew why, nor did they ever dare to ask him. Neither of them could even meet his gaze as each of them bowed their heads, turning their gazes downwards. Each of them tried their best to avoid standing out.

And as they all had time to think, each of them couldn't help but feel pity for whoever made this white-haired monster angry.

Atticus turned his head, sweeping his gaze around the whole camp, instantly seeing everything around the 500m camp with pinpoint accuracy.

And in just less than a second, he came to one conclusion:

'Looks like I was right,' he concluded.

There were no attacks happening in the camp. The camp was trouble-free without any altercations happening whatsoever.

It was completely safe as each of the division members strolled around the campgrounds peacefully.

Atticus closed his eyes and released a deep exhale, taking a deep breath in the next instant as he tried to calm the intense amounts of anger bubbling up within him.

After a few seconds, Atticus's gaze snapped open as he took a step forward, then another step, and another, each step taken in tandem with the youths who instinctively took one back.

And as soon as Atticus was away from the terminal ground, he suddenly fixed his gaze on the students in the area as each of them trembled, their legs shaking as they tried to stay standing.

Then, Atticus suddenly raised his right leg, his neutral gaze still focused on the trembling students.

And in the next instant, Atticus brought down his leg.