Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 45

Chapter 45: Rules

After what felt like an eternity of waiting, Atticus's keen senses picked up on a new presence entering the hall. His gaze shifted, and his eyes locked onto the figure that had just arrived – a girl with red eyes.

As her gaze met Atticus's, it felt as though daggers were being exchanged in an unspoken confrontation.

The intensity of her stare could have been enough to make anyone uneasy, but Atticus remained unruffled. He met her challenging gaze with a mere glance, which seemed to irk her even further.

Frustration etched across her features, she gritted her teeth and selected a seat.

'What the heck is wrong with her?' Atticus pondered

After a while, one by one, the others began to arrive.

"Shit, Lucas! We're the 4th!" Nate exclaimed, frustration evident in his voice.

"Actually, I entered before you, so I'm the 4th and you're the 5th," Lucas retorted, a wry smile playing on his lips.

"Haaaa, fuck!" Nate screamed in exasperation. Lucas simply chuckled at Nate's outburst, finding some amusement in the situation.

As soon as everyone was seated, a figure stepped forward, his commanding presence immediately capturing the attention of everyone present. This man exuded an aura of a Grandmaster rank, his red eyes a striking contrast against his composed demeanor.

A collective hush fell over the room, an instinctual reaction to the aura that accompanied his arrival. The ones previously exchanging glances and whispers, all fell silent in unison as they felt the weight of his presence settle upon them.

Atticus, being used to being around figures of such strength was unfazed.

Standing tall before the imposing podium, the man began to speak in a voice that seemed to carry the weight of authority and experience. "Welcome to the Raven Camp," his words resonated,

"My name is Rowan Ravenstein, and I am the highest authority in this camp," he announced, his voice carrying an air of authority.

"This camp was founded with a singular purpose: to train all Ravenstein youth, teaching you how to survive and preparing you for the academy at the age of 15."

He paused, allowing his words to sink in, before continuing, "The rules here are relatively lax. I'll only mention the important ones. Fights are permitted among those in the same year, but other years are not allowed to attack you. However, no use of weapons and no lethal or crippling damage, or the consequences will be severe."

The concept seemed straightforward, but a thoughtful expression crossed Atticus's face. 'Hmm, so we can attack them?' he mused, his intelligence allowing him to grasp the subtle implication behind those words.

Undeterred, Rowan pressed on, "Now, there's one major currency in this camp – Raven points. These points are essential for various activities and resources. But fear not, for your first 3 months as a first-years grants you free access to all essentials. After that period, Raven points will be required."

"There are multiple ways for you acquire these points,

*Combat Challenges*: At the end of every 3 months, all students from various years would assemble in the arena for a collective event. Challenges would be issued sequentially, spanning from the lowest to the highest rank. Each successful wins would result in the accumulation of points and the loser's rank if the winner was ranked lower.

*Specialization Performance*: Each recruit are required to choose a division, be it beast, assassination, or rune and potion. Excelling in their chosen area will earn you contribution points.

Stepping out of the elevator, Atticus found himself in an apartment that was equipped with all the basic necessities, along with an advanced training room. The mana density in the room was significantly higher than outside. 'So this is what they meant by different treatment,' Atticus thought to himself. _{freeweɓnovēl.coɱ}