Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 261

261 Perv

'I better get there early,' Atticus took his gaze away from the map and started making his way towards the elevator at the end of the hall.

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Inside a very massive classroom, whose size alone could be comparable to any large auditorium, a multitude of students were seated.

Each of these students had distinct features, setting them apart from one another. They were arranged in a semi circular format, with each back seat higher than the last, all facing a large semi circular platform.

Despite the hall's considerable size, the number of students present was still below 100.

They were seated at a distance from each other, though close enough to engage in conversation. Those at the lowest level were closer to each other, as the seats were more sparse.

The large semi circular platform held a single square shaped table with an obsidian surface, akin to the one in the division control during Atticus's first division battle.

Behind this table stood a massive 10 meter tall screen. It was clear that, regardless of where the students were seated, they would be able to see what was displayed on the screen.

This room was the classroom where the LDSP- 001 class would be held, and the students present were the top 100 leaders of all the first year divisions.

A palpable tension already filled the room as many of the students stared at themselves as long time enemies. They had all undergone their first division war and seeing that the people in this room were the top 100 division leaders, many of them had come to realize that it was a room filled with current and future enemies.

And this was especially heightened by the fact that everyone in the room had fought with each other in their last battle.

Many, especially the losers, all wore hateful expressions on their faces while staring at the opponents they had faced.

The top 100 divisions would battle each other. In the upcoming division war, the opponents they would each face were inside this room.

However, this tension was mainly between those of lower ranks. Despite the random seating arrangement, an unspoken agreement had formed among the students in the room.

In the lowest seats closest to the platform, only seven students were seated. These seven students all had a certain demeanor that set them apart from the rest of the youths: the tier ones.

The tension in the hall seemed to dissipate before reaching where they were seated. Everyone knew they weren't to be messed with, and none had any intention of provoking a tier one.

They all hoped for one thing – never to face them during their division battle. If they did, they could only hope for the best.

The tier ones also had an unspoken agreement among themselves, seated according to their respective ranks.

With Zoey in the first seat, Kael skipping the one after her and sitting in the third seat, the rest of the tier ones took their positions based on their ranks.

Despite knowing that they might face each other at any time, they all wore calm expressions on their faces.

They were tier ones. Outside, they each represented each one of their families.

And it had already been ingrained in their bones from childhood: never lose your composure in public.

At the end of these seats was a certain red haired girl who kept staring at the empty seat between Zoey and Kael with narrowed eyes.

'Why the hell is he always coming late?' she wondered.

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With a scan, Atticus took the elevator to the second floor. It was just the same as the floor he had just left, with the exterior walls made of glass. But unlike the doors on the upper floor, each door on this floor was tagged.

After a few seconds of searching, Atticus finally found the door with the tag 001.

There was an interface by the side of the door prompting him to scan his artifact. Atticus did just that, and a picture of his face was displayed on it with a green checkmark confirming his identity.

Then, without making a sound, the door slid open.

'Hm?' Atticus could already feel the palpable tension emanating from the room.

But even with that, Atticus remained undaunted as he walked into the room, the door sliding closed soundlessly behind him.

What happened next was what many would have expected when a new person entered a room filled with people.

The instant Atticus entered the room, all eyes turned to him. It was an action that might have made many pause, but Atticus's steps didn't once stop.

He walked with his back straight, his eyes forward, a slight smile playing on his lips as his demeanor exuded unflinching confidence.

The entrance to the room was at the lowest level, the same point each of the youths was facing. So, no matter who entered the room, they would attract the attention of all the students.