年轻漂亮的继坶少妇

Chapter 370 Brought Down

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\'s mind swirled.

\'There was a third party involved, a student. It has to be someone who is aware of the leaders\' punishment when any member of their division dies. It\'s a leader and they have one target: me.\'

Atticus\'s piercing blue gaze suddenly flashed a red tint as they immediately became cold.

It would baffle many, but not even a second had passed since Atticus saw the notifications and he had already assessed the situation and reached a conclusion.

Such was the might of Atticus\'s intelligence.

Atticus slowly stood up from his cross-legged posture. His every movement was calm and deliberate.

One wouldn\'t even think that there was something wrong with him; many who had just lost what Atticus had just lost would be panicking and rushing to get back to his or her division and find out what had happened.

Atticus didn\'t feel that was all necessary. What had happened had already happened; there was no changing it.

But it had been a while, it had been a very long while since Atticus was this pissed. Atticus was angry, so angry that the aura surrounding his body became ice-cold.

Atticus didn\'t utter anything; in fact, his every movement radiated absolute calmness as he swerved down from the lightning island, moving through the air towards the exit of the lightning elemental room.

Atticus walked rhythmically through the hallway, taking an elevator to the highest floor of the building.

And within a few moments, the teleportation room lit up as Atticus\'s expressionless face disappeared from the room.

Someone must pay.

...

The ground close to the imposing terminal lit up in a golden glow that illuminated the whole surrounding, and along with it came the form of a white-haired boy who currently wore an expressionless face: Atticus.

The arrival of Atticus drew the attention of the division members who had been walking close to the large terminal.

As soon as their gazes landed on Atticus\'s form, each of them couldn\'t help but flinch as their hearts skipped a beat.

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.