Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 237

Chapter 237 Control

Inside the confines of a small building, with only the blue neon lights offering any semblance of illumination, a youth stood with his lips curled up into a smile, displaying his completely uneven teeth as he stared at the map displayed on the screen on the table in front of him.

The room was completely quiet, but contrary to expectations, this youth wasn't alone.

Behind him stood two other youths—the first one with a slender physique and stormy dark purple hair, while the second had a more buff physique, simple raven-dark hair, and red eyes.

Apart from these two, all around the square-shaped table were different youths, each with the same distinct features as the second youth standing behind the lavender-haired one—raven-black hair and red eyes.

It was evident that they were all from the same family, and this family was most likely a tiered family.

Only a tiered family could produce youths with near-identical features like this.

Each of them stood up straight, hands on each side, their heads straight, and gazes forward as though they were standing at attention.

Each and every one of their forms screamed robotic, with their faces completely devoid of any expression and their eyes emotionless.

"Hmm," the lavender-haired youth muttered under his breath, breaking the silence.

'How should I deal with this?' He pondered, his mind going through numerous possible scenarios at a fast speed.

If a normal, unknowledgeable person were to catch a glimpse of how fast the youth was currently thinking, they would be completely and utterly shocked.

His thinking speed was way faster than what a normal 15-year-old should be able to achieve!

However, if someone knowledgeable about the tiered families in the human domain were to see this, they would be completely unfazed.

Lavender-colored hair, black eyes, completely uneven teeth, and an unattractive face—these distinct features were the unmistakable traits of the Pysquillian family, a tier 2 family under the tier one family that ruled over sector 5, the Enigmalk family.

In each sector within the human domain where the tier one family ruled, more often than not, the other tiered families and even the general populace usually had similar bloodline powers.

Although it might not be as broad nor as potent as those of the tier one family, it usually shared the same properties.

And this was the case for the Pysquillian family. They all had bloodlines that relied on intellectual prowess.

Their family was well-known because of one thing—their bloodlines that enabled them to be masters of empathic communication.

They had the power to manipulate thoughts and emotions of individuals.

While this bloodline might sound overpowered, and truly it was, there were reasons why they were still a tier 2 family.

The first one was obvious—their lack of a paragon rank individual.

Regardless of how strong a family's bloodline was, even if it was completely overpowered, if they weren't able to produce a paragon rank individual, becoming a tier one family was impossible.

Regardless of how overpowered a bloodline could be, in the history of the human domain, no one had been able to best a paragon.

The second reason was because their bloodline had a significant weakness. It was highly restricted.

There were lots of conditions that must be met before they were able to properly use their power, and apart from this, members of the Pysquillian family were weak— incredibly so.

Despite being a tier 2 family, their physical strength and talent were mostly nonexistent.

But even with all these glaring weaknesses, the fact that the Pysquillian family was still a tier two family spoke volumes about how powerful and useful their bloodline was.

There were lots of conditions that needed to be met before they could use their power. Looking at the youths standing in the room with expressionless faces, it was clear that he was able to meet all of these conditions.

His brain working at fast speeds, the youth, Emeric, thought of multitudes of possibilities in a few seconds. "I guess I should see what I'm up against first," he muttered out loud.

Turning his gaze towards the far end of the table, his eyes landed on one youth. "No. 6, take about 20 students and divide yourself into groups. Let each group head to each of the locations of the terminal and scout," he instructed.

As soon as he finished, as though the robotic expression on the youth had been a lie, his mouth suddenly curled up into a huge grin, his full set of teeth in full display.

Immediately bending down 90 degrees, his head inches away from touching the obsidian surface, "Yes, master!" he responded with fervor.

And then, as swiftly as he bowed, he stood up and turned, heading outside the room.

Emeric simply watched all of this with a cold expression, unfazed by the youth's response as though he was already used to it.