Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 47

Chapter 47: Reverse scale

After the morning training session, Atticus headed back to his room to freshen up. He took his bath, and absorbed mana for a while.

Several hours later, Atticus made his way to the cafeteria for a meal.

The cafeteria was one of the few places where children from different years mingled, and Atticus had a particular person in mind he hoped to run into—Ember.

He couldn't help but feel concerned about her well-being.

'Knowing Ember, she probably won't have any friends,' he thought to himself as he navigated through the bustling cafeteria.

The noise of conversations and the clattering of dishes filled the air.

After searching for a few seconds, he finally saw Ember, walking away from a group of boys.

He furrowed his brow and strained his ears to catch fragments of their conversation.

Among their words, one phrase shattered his focus and left his mind reeling – "orphaned bastard."

As soon as Atticus heard that, he didn't know how, but his legs started moving towards them.

Atticus approached the boy from behind, his voice dripping with chilling intensity as he demanded, "What did you just say?"

Atticus reverse scale had always been his family. Although he wasn't one to act without thinking, when it comes to his family, he just flips.

Startled by the unexpected presence behind him, the boy turned, his expression quickly morphing to disdain. "Who the hell are you?" he asked.

Atticus's voice remained as cold as ice as he repeated his question,

"I said, what did you just say?"

Each step he took brought him closer to the boy.

As the situation unfolded, people around them began to take notice and started observing the interaction.

Ember, who was also on her way to leave, turned her attention to the scene and was surprised to see Atticus.

'Did he hear them insulting me?' she worriedly thought.

The boy realized who Atticus was talking about and smirked,

"Oh, you mean that orph-"

His sentence was abruptly cut short as Atticus's fist connected with his face.

The impact sent the boy hurtling through the air, his body crashing onto a nearby table in a jarring collision.

The cafeteria fell momentarily silent, a collective gasp hanging in the air as Atticus's action reverberated through the room.

"What are you doing!?" one of the boy's companions demanded.

As he moved to attack Atticus, his other friend immediately held him back, "You idiot, he's a first year! Do you want to get punished?"

Immediately, a warning from his device sounded:

[Warning! Attacking lower years is against the rules. Punishment will be severe if broken.]

Hearing the word "punishment," he calmed down and stepped back. _{fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓}

Atticus didn't even spare them a glance; he kept walking towards the boy he had punched.

As he got closer, his voice cold, "She never met her mother. The world took away her father when she was starting to be happy."

Atticus's voice was low, almost a whisper, yet it carried enough weight to be heard by everyone watching.

He continued, "Even after all these things happened, she didn't give up and kept training every day to get stronger. And yet you dared!"

He reached his destination, standing over the boy who was lying face up, still registering the shock of what had just transpired.

Atticus loomed over him and delivered another punch, his knuckles connecting with the boy's face.

The impact was brutal, crushing his cheekbones, yet Atticus didn't relent; he kept delivering punch after punch, his body being able to take it.

The bodies of those who had awakened underwent a qualitative change, becoming more resilient and able to endure significantly more damage without the threat of death.

This was a boon for those who enjoyed inflicting pain and a curse for those on the receiving end. What could be a life-threatening injury for a normal human would be simply an injury to the awakened.

The entire hall had fallen into an eerie silence, the only audible sound being the repetitive thuds of Atticus's fists connecting with the boy's face.

The onlookers were completely shocked by what they were witnessing. They were shocked beyond belief - a first-year beating a second-year? It was unheard of.

There was a reason why higher years weren't allowed to attack lower years, and this was because they were always more powerful than them.