With their weapons drawn, each of the youths ascended the hill at a rapid pace, reaching the top in under a minute. As soon as they got to the top, they came to an abrupt stop.

There were two things that made them pause.

The first was the imposing form of the massive wall around the camp.

None of the students, apart from the leader of a division, could view the division shop, so they had no idea about the items contained there.

But seeing the imposing and quality structure of the wall, they all knew instinctively that it wasn't something just anyone could build.

They could basically feel the wealth oozing out of it!

Many of them couldn't help but immediately have second thoughts about attacking the camp. This feeling was further intensified by the second reason they all stopped.

Right in front of them was the completely opened gate of the camp.

The opposition would have to be filled with complete incompetent fools if they weren't aware that they were attacking the camp.

So, why was the gate wide open?

The scene was beginning to look eerie, as though it was the beginning of a horror movie.

The students all stopped in front of the gate, no one wanting to be the first to enter.

Seeing this, Emeric, who was at the back lines, narrowed his eyes slightly and frowned. 'Why am I stuck with a bunch of fools?' he thought, resting his hand on his nose in annoyance while shaking his head.

Turning his gaze, he swiftly gestured to the purple-haired youth.

It was a wordless command, and the youth immediately listened. He unleashed his aura in the area.

The purple haired youth was simply an intermediate+ rank, his aura not being anything special.

But to most of the youths close to him, who were all weaklings and of lesser rank, they all immediately started feeling as though an enormous weight was placed on their shoulders.

Each of the students at the back lines all turned their gaze back, and every single one of them immediately felt shivers down their spines.

Despite what one might think, their gazes weren't focused on the purple-haired youth who was currently pressuring them with his aura; they were all focused on Emeric's chilling abyss black eyes that were currently locked onto them.

Immediately, each of them felt their initial reluctance vanish into thin air.

They all knew, either by their free wills or against, they were going to enter this camp.

Each of them gritted their teeth and started walking towards the front of the army of students.

Seeing many of the youths from the back lines advancing, the rest started parting the way for them to pass.

On getting to the front of the gates, each of them tightened their grips on their weapons as they kept walking cautiously into the gate.

Seeing many of them entering the gate already, the rest of them also steeled their hearts, immediately following behind and entering the camp.

Emeric and his small group continued their slow advance behind the army of youth.

As soon as they all got 50 meters away from the gates, the massive gate of the camp suddenly creaked, and before they could even comprehend what was happening, the gate was suddenly swung shut with a deafening

BAM!

*GULP* No one knew where that sound came from, but it encapsulated what everyone was feeling.

Even though they were the ones doing the attacking, why did it feel as though they were the prey?

Seeing everything that was happening, Emeric smiled. 'These cheap tricks won't work,' he thought.

It was easy to figure out that Atticus had been caught off guard by his move and was trying to play with their heads with all these cheap tricks.

'This simply confirms that's he's on his last legs,'

"Keep moving,"

Emeric icy voice brought them out of their frights. Shaking their heads, they all turned to their fronts and started moving towards the direction of the big black terminal in the middle of the camp.

After walking for a few moments, they each reach the middle of the camp and immediately saw the large structures.

Just like the walls, they all were also radiating wealth.

It was clear that the members of this division were living way better than them.

They had all lived in tents! There was no place to shower or even shit!

Everything was done in the wild.

Many of them were envious! If only they had chosen a better divison.

Turing their gazes to the side, they immediately noticed a large open ground with lots of training equipments.

They even had a training ground!?

Just as each one of them were about to start cursing out loudly, they all suddenly felt the atmosphere grow cold as each one of them involuntarily shivered.

It was as though their bodies suddenly gained the kind of primal instincts beast have in sensing threats.

It was as though their bodies was telling them all to run far away.

Each of them all swiftly turned their gazes towards the source of this feeling, their eyes landing on the figure of a boy.

Draped in a sleek, simple black robe adorned with intricate stripes at the torso, the boy exuded an air of understated sophistication.

His Snow White hair provided a striking contrast, cascading with a pristine elegance that seamlessly complemented the dark attire.

Standing at an imposing height of 6.4 feet, his compact physique radiated an air of quiet strength.

A katana hung casually at his waist, its unassuming appearance belying its potential, while on holsters flanking his sides, two mana guns resembling shotgun rifles added a sense of formidable precision, their black and white hues harmonizing with the boy's robe.

His piercing blue eyes gazed the army of youths numbering in the thousand with an intensity that seemed to regard them as nothing more than a swarm of inconsequential ants.

Emeric smiled.

As soon as he saw Atticus standing alone, he instantly recognized him.

He swiftly started walking towards the fore front of the frozen youths reaching there and stopping in just under a few seconds.

Emeric's smile widened as he gazed at Atticus, gradually raising both of his hands up by his sides in a dramatic manner, Emeric spoke,

"How do you like my present?'"