Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 970

Moments ago.

"Brooo, we’re finally going to the military! I can’t wait to kick some of those blue aliens’ asses!" a buff, tanned, white-haired boy exclaimed with excitement, earning a few hateful glances in his direction.

But he didn’t care. Nothing could ruin this for him. He had trained in the Ravenstein camp, survived years at the academy just for this.

A calmer and more slender boy, seated next to him, suddenly scoffed, shaking his head.

"You’re the only one stupid enough to love war, Nate."

Nate shot him a wide grin. "It’s what we’ve been waiting for, Lucas! I can’t not be excited?"

Lucas sighed, running a hand through his hair.

"Too bad not everyone shares your enthusiasm." He cast a glance around the room, his sharp eyes scanning the other gathered recruits, who had a gloomy aura surrounding them as though they were being sent to their deaths.

They were currently in a large auditorium-like room inside an airship headed for the military training camp. The academy students numbered in the millions, and they all couldn’t fit into one airship. From a glance, it was clear there were only a few thousand present.

Each of the leaders of the divisions at the academy, along with their close subordinates.

"Bunch of pussies," Nate muttered, jerking his thumb toward the front row where ten individuals sat in tense silence.

But his gaze focused on three of them, seated one after another as though following an unspoken rank.

Their bodies were still and eyes straight ahead. Not a shred of fear. Not a shred of hesitation.

"Just look at them."

Lucas’s eyes narrowed slightly, fixing his gaze on the three figures.

Zoey Starhaven.

Kael Stormrider.

Aurora Ravenstein.

"Not everyone is as talented, or as dumb, as you. Some of them actually understand what we’re walking into."

"The military’s not a place for flowers and cupcakes." Lucas’s voice dropped. "We’re getting sent to war. Tell me, how many of them do you think will make it back?"

Nate went quiet for a second, his eyes lingering on the faces in the front row.

"Brooding about it won’t make it any better. It’s not like we have a choice. It’d be better if they made the best of it. At least then they’d have a better chance of surviving."

"Are you really Nate?" Lucas asked, bewildered. To think Nate actually said something intelligent.

"What? You’re jealous you can’t be as smart as me?" Nate said with a grin.

"The way you think never ceases to amaze me…"

"Thanks," Nate said, missing, or ignoring, the sarcasm entirely.

Lucas shook his head, deciding to change the topic.

"But before they even worry about surviving war," Lucas continued, "they’ll have to survive training camp."

It was unlike anything any of them had experienced before. Its sheer scale dwarfed the Ravenstein training grounds and even the academy where they had spent the last three years. _{freewёbn૦νeɭ.com}