Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 197

Chapter 197 What The Actual Fuck

Atticus gazed down at the different groups of youths gathered below, all staring at him, waiting for him to speak.

They were all assembled in different units of 80 youths, as Atticus had requested yesterday, with each Ravenstein youth standing in front of their respective groups.

Including Nate, there were 11 units in total.

On the side, Aria and Eric were together with their group of 200+ students. On another side, Lucas stood in front of the non combatants that Atticus had grouped the day before.

"You're all remarkably weak," Atticus's cold words sounded, and a palpable silence immediately descended on the training grounds.

The silence lasted for a few seconds before it started getting broken by subtle sounds of teeth gritting and hands clenching.

The sounds were obviously meant to be subtle, not able to be heard, but how could one forget Atticus's godly hearing? He heard every one of the sounds as clearly as day.

Atticus maintained his neutral state as he watched how many of the youths in the training grounds bowed their heads, struggling to contain their anger.

Atticus was well aware of what he just did; it was exactly what he had planned on doing—striking a sore spot.

All of the youths were well aware of how talentless they were, a fact they had to live with since childhood. But despite that fact, the last thing they wanted was someone saying it to their faces like this.

Unbothered by their reactions, Atticus continued, "It might hurt you, but it would be best if you realize this fact earlier on."

"Yes, the words are harsh, but it is the complete truth. If you were all to be pitted against the other youths in the first years, you all won't last a single second," he added.

Atticus, of course, didn't believe his last words. They weren't the only group with weaklings like the youths gathered below.

Atticus was sure that almost all the top tankers would all have this issue. The joining of a division had been very public. And it was simply impossible for the leaders to know who exactly they were accepting into their division.

It was clear that many of the divisions would be facing the same thing he was facing.

Plus given the sheer number of the new students in the first year, there was bound to be someone always weaker. Atticus was very sure that these youths weren't even the weakest.

"But despite this, you all still have hope," Atticus added after a few seconds, causing the youths who had their heads bowed to raise them again.

They all expressed the same type of reactions—confusion. It was expected, really; they all knew why they were so weak. It was because of their low talents.

Many of them only awakened dormant or unlocked potential, indicating that intermediate-advanced rank would be their limit.

What was causing confusion for all of them was simple: talent couldn't be changed.

Generations and generations of people had all tried to find a way to circumvent this problem, but none succeeded.