Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 370

Chapter 370 Brought Down

A total of 100 members of your division are dead.

Total Penalty: -100% of your academy points have been deducted.

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.