Atticus’s Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground
chapter-391

Just like Lucas and Nate, both Ember and Moon had been wearing the same exact black glasses over their eyes.

Both Aurora and Moon watched coldly as the forms of multiple Nebulon family youths screamed and struggled on the floor as they got burned.

Amongst the crowd, there was not a single person who wasn't recording the unfolding events.

Did the Ravenstein and Nebulon families have some kind of dispute? All of their minds raced as they tried to figure out what was happening.

...

In another part of the academy, the same brutal scene was unfolding as the usual crowd gathered around an area, each of their gazes fixed on the ongoing torture, the sounds of repetitive thuds and murmurs filling the space.

Scorch marks littered the ground, and sprawled across the earth were two youths whose forms kept twitching and spasming as tendrils of lightning snaked their way across their bodies.

Each of them spotted multiple charred fist imprints all over their forms.

With his whole form crackling with lightning, Elijah turned his gaze towards Chubby, who was currently on top of a third Nebulon youth, a maniacal grin on his face as he kept delivering fire imbued punches to the youth's face.

Each punch was as devastating as it was brutal.

Each time a punch landed, the point of impact instantly became charred black. And considering the staggering number of punches Chubby had unleashed already, the entirety of the youth's face was pitch black.

And despite this, Chubby still showed no signs of stopping. It goes without saying that there was no one amongst the Ravenstein youths who hadn't been pissed when they heard Aurora had been attacked. Following Atticus' orders was the best way for them to vent this intense anger they were feeling on the perpetrators.

"Chubby,"

"Kai!"

Despite Elijah's fervent calls, Chubby still kept up unleashing brutal punches.

Elijah sighed, "Chubby, my boy, if you keep that up, we won't get a chance to accomplish what the young master asked us to do. You don't want him to hear that it was your fault, right?"

These words seemed to do the trick as Chubby's fist heading towards the youth's head abruptly stopped in the air, the flames enveloping his fist getting snuffed out instantly.

Chubby's maniacal grin immediately morphed as he opened his eyes wide. He awkwardly cleared his throat and quickly stood up straight, walking away and putting a significant distance between himself and the sprawled youths as though they were the plague.

Elijah shook his head as he gazed at Chubby's exaggerated response.

The boy truly was frightened of Atticus, and it was a completely baffling situation as neither Elijah nor the other Ravensteins had ever witnessed them having any interaction together.

In fact, they couldn't even say they had seen them speaking to each other before. Both Elijah and Chubby spotted the same black glasses the other Ravenstein youths were wearing.

Seeing that Chubby had listened, Elijah's gaze turned cold as he looked towards the youths on the floor, the tendrils of lightning surrounding his body intensifying.

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In another part of the academy, another crowd of students was gathered around, watching a similar brutal scene unfolding.

Against the wall of an imposing building, four youths who had the same distinct features of the Nebulon family were pinned down.

Each of their limbs was spread out in different directions, pierced by an arrow, holding their forms up on the sturdy wall.

Their screams were deafening as each of the youths continued shouting, and despite the familiar sign of their bloodline activating, their hair changing color rapidly, it didn't seem to have even the slightest effect against their tormentors.

The figures of Eric and Aria maintained their cold and detached look as they closed the distance between them and the Nebulon youths pinned on the wall.

They both sported the same black glasses over their eyes.

Eric and Aria had always been aloof, neither of them speaking much. Eric still maintained his army cut short white hair and dreary black eyes, while Aria had her hair tied into a ponytail with light green eyes.

To the current onlookers, it didn't even seem as though they planned on saying anything to the Nebulon youths. Their plan was crystal clear to those currently watching: torture.

Eric placed his hand on one of his daggers fixed at his back and immediately unsheathed it.

The forms of the Nebulon youths trembled as he inched closer to them, blood streaming continuously from their wounds.

As soon as Eric got close enough, each of the onlookers' eyes widened as he suddenly stabbed the youth in his arm and started moving the dagger around his body, gutting him brutally.

Aria simply watched from behind as he moved to the others, inflicting the same brutal torment upon each of them.

There was not a single youth who wasn't recording the current brutal scene, and this same fact held for all the other places where the Nebulon youths were being tortured.

With not even a few minutes having passed since they had all been transported to the academy campus, many of the first year Nebulon family youths had been hunted down and tortured in front of different crowds of students.

With just a few minutes to go until class started, the videos of the Ravenstein family youths torturing the Nebulon youths spread like wildfire amongst the first years, and each of the students couldn't help but tremble as they saw the brutality of the Ravenstein family.

They had all already gotten a taste of how cold and brutal Atticus could be after watching the video of him and the other third years.

But now, watching all the other Ravenstein youths in action, a solemn reminder settled in each of their thoughts.

It was something all of them grew up hearing from other people in the human domain.

It was the same title that was given to the Ravenstein family ever since their establishment.

Truly, they were a family of madmen.