Atticus was seething.
He was so angry that his fist was clenched hard, his killing intent becoming even more potent.
'Of course, there was no way this would have happened without him knowing.'
If Atticus had to be completely honest, everything had turned out for the best. It had been done without his knowledge, but he had been able to successfully overcome the suit and had assimilated with it.
And although he hadn't yet had the time to assess the changes in him, Atticus was certain that his battle strength had increased significantly.
It had all turned out for the good, but… no matter how much Atticus wanted to let all of this go, his heart wouldn't let him.
It was who he was deep, deep inside. He knew inwardly that no matter the time that passed, this matter was going to keep being on his mind if he doesn't settle it.
He was the first successful person to complete this experiment in years! What if something had happened?
Atticus was 100% sure that if they had asked him about this and explained all the risks to him, he would have still accepted to perform the experiment but at the very least he would have known and prepared accordingly!
But as though he was just worthless junk, they had experimented on him without even bothering to ask him.
Atticus was seething in absolute rage.
He wanted nothing more than to torture the crap out of everyone responsible for this event.
It had been his nature from the very beginning; Atticus hated being messed with.
But fortunately or unfortunately, he knew exactly where his limits lay. Atticus had always been vengeful; he had always attacked without bothering to speak or even ask for the reasons they did what they did.
Many might call him impulsive, but every single one of those impulsive attacks was well thought out. Atticus always thought before he acted.
No matter how angry he was, he would never willingly jump into the lion's den just because he was angry.
In all of those attacks, he always followed the same principle, ask himself the same questions: could he win and at the same time handle the fallout should he do this?
But looking at the obvious fact, he couldn't defeat a Grandmaster rank individual, and Harrison was of such a rank, plus the staggering amount of Master+ rank individuals he would have to face in the academy. He couldn't win nor could he handle the fallout.
He was still weak.
The other scientist had long since moved away from the group, his forms inches away from the door, looking at the group as though getting ready to run should he sight any sign of fighting.
Atticus' killing intent that filled the room suddenly receded, and as they each thought that Isabella's words had calmed him down, Atticus suddenly spoke, the anger and pain in his voice palpable.
"You know, when I entered the academy, you lot ran your mouth, talking about the fairness and how it was a place to train the younger generation, train us to become warriors."
Isabella and Zarathustra listened to Atticus speak, with the former still with a worried gaze and the latter staring at Atticus coldly.
"You made all these rules that were compulsory for us to follow, and in the entirety of my one year in this academy, I have never once broken any rule. Every single day, every single daily task, every single weekly task, every single monthly task was completed.
"Regardless of my altercations, I operated within the rules of the academy and behaved like a youth that was here to grow, to become a warrior."
The pain in Atticus' voice increased in intensity as he continued,
"But in return, I was treated like trash, like an experimental subject, like an irrelevant fool."
Atticus' voice was laced with complete fury. He had never been one to speak this much before, especially when he had been wronged.
But this time was different; this time he couldn't brute force his way out of this situation because he was weak. A fact that angered him to his core.
He had just learned firsthand again how important strength was in this world. He would like to see the person who would dare do this to Magnus.
Isabella closed her eyes, taking in a short breath.
Words could not describe how ashamed she was feeling. They might have just lost the trust of the greatest genius to appear in the history of the human domain.
"Student Att-" just as Isabella was about to respond, the sound of an audible scoff sounded from behind her as Zarathustra spoke coldly,
"So what? Stop whining like a little child. The human domain is currently at war with the entirety of the planet at stake, and you think we have the luxury of being fair? If experimenting on thousands of people is what we need to save billions of lives, then we won't hesitate to do it."
Atticus paused for a few seconds, after which he turned to face Zarathustra, locking his furious eyes with him.
Zarathustra released another scoff, seeing as Atticus wasn't saying anything. 'Tsk, children,' but at the next moment, he was brought out of his thoughts as Atticus lost his crimson gaze and his eyes regained their normal piercing blue color.
Zarathustra's gaze couldn't help but narrow as he met Atticus's now clear eyes. 'Why am I feeling even more threatened?' he wondered.
"You can experiment, kill, and torture millions of people for all you want. I don't give a fuck about that."
Atticus' voice was calm, frighteningly so. And the same could be said about his eyes, but every single word made each of their hearts skip a beat.
"Only one thing matters here: you did it to me, Atticus Ravenstein. I promise you, no matter how long, even if I have to tear this place piece by piece, block by block, I will pay back every single one of you tenfold."
Zarathustra's expression contorted into anger as he instantly released his aura,
"Yo-" but before he could even respond, Atticus suddenly turned and started walking towards the door to the room he had come from.