Chapter 390 It Begins

Chapter 390 It Begins

None of the tier ones cared about the youth; instead, they cared about why Atticus was doing what he was doing.

Even though the Nebulon youth's standing wasn't as high, he was still a tier one, one with talent at that.

The other Nebulon family members would definitely not take kindly to Atticus's actions.

But each of their gazes couldn't help but narrow into pinpricks as they saw Atticus's next actions.

Atticus suddenly tapped on his artifact, and after a few seconds, the Nebulon family youth's artifact suddenly lit up as he received a notification.

Apart from his pulled fingers, Atticus had already healed his body, but his current state would suggest otherwise.

His form was currently trembling as though he were being electrocuted, despite there being no single tendril of lightning on him.

His hair, which had been rapidly changing, had come to an abrupt stop, settling at the color black. And despite Atticus currently looking down at him, he dared not meet Atticus's gaze.

Finally, after all of his brutal actions, Atticus's cold words suddenly sounded as he spoke,

"I will give you only one chance. If you refuse, I will take you out of this class, and you will spend the rest of the 7 hours of the day feeling unimaginable pain that you will remember for the rest of your life."

"Sign the contract. You have 3 seconds," Atticus declared.

If one was persistent and consistent enough, even the most proud and stubborn would eventually break.

The students currently watching knew this fact well, which was why it wasn't surprising that before Atticus had even finished speaking, the Nebulon family youth's trembling hand had already moved as he clicked on his artifact with the stump where his index finger should've been. The source of this content nov(el)bi((n))

And without even reading it, he immediately accepted the contract.

It was at that same instance that the door to the classroom suddenly slid open, and Isabella couldn't help but raise an eyebrow as she saw the state of the classroom.

"You won't understand because your specialty is in runes. You don't really need battles to grow," Nate explained in a serious tone.

He suddenly turned towards Lucas and continued, "I've always wanted to become a warrior my father can be proud of; you know this. If this situation should continue, we'd end up useless."

Lucas locked gazes with Nate for a few seconds before advising, "You should do it after all of this ends."

"Of cours—" Before Nate could offer a response, the both of them suddenly spotted the forms of two of their targets: both with iridescent eyes and hair color that was rapidly changing.

Their reactions were instant.

Lucas suddenly pulled a rune from his space ring and immediately channeled his mana, tossing it towards one of the youths. The slate let out an intense glow as golden tendrils of light suddenly materialized out of it, wrapping around one of the youths, immobilizing him.

Before the second youth could react, Nate's bulky form suddenly rocketed towards his form, a cataclysmic punch landing on the youth's face, immediately deforming his face.

There were no words spoken, no heads up about anything. The Nebulon family had attacked one of their own, and the Ravensteins were never ones to back off from a fight.

There was only one outcome possible after the Nebulon family attacked Aurora: war.

In multiple locations in the non-leaders' section, crowds gathered around each location as each crowd watched as different brutal scenes unfolded.

At one location, an excited voice of Moon suddenly sounded as she exclaimed, "Oh my God, Aurora, You're so strong! It didn't even last 2 seconds!"

Moon complimented, completely ignoring the crowd that had gathered around the area, watching the scene, each of them baffled.

On the floor were the forms of four youths, each of them spotting the same distinct features as the Nebulon family and a large charred fist imprint on their faces.

In the middle of these youths writhing on the floor stood Aurora who turned to look at Moon with mild awkwardness, "Erm, thanks?" A slight blush appearing on her cheeks.

In the next instant, her gaze turned cold as she looked at the youths on the floor and with a thought, each of their forms suddenly erupted into flames, their intense screams resounding across the area.