Atticus tried his very best to stifle his laughter, and from the look he was giving her, he made it plenty obvious he was trying hard not to laugh at her words.

Lucas, Nate, and the others also gazed at Atticus in complete curiosity, each of them wondering why he was laughing.

It just dawned on each one of them that Atticus had reached the camp before anyone else since he had been in the advanced training room when they had all arrived.

Which meant that he had received his suit before any of them, which was weird considering the fact that they had all left the science section together after receiving their suits.

They had even seen the other leaders of the divisions back in the science section but not Atticus.

It didn't take long for each of them, especially Lucas, to suspect that something must have happened. 'He either simply finished early before us or he had gotten a different suit than ours,'

Lucas was leaning toward the latter, and this was because he had seen every single genius of the first year before they were sent back.

Aurora abruptly released hold of her exosuit, the red attire covering her form getting sucked into the suit's core on her chest.

Her piercing red eyes narrowed as she fixed her eyes on Atticus, "Show us," she simply said.

The other youths all gathered around Atticus, each of them immediately unequipping their exosuits.

They all fixed their gazes on Atticus, curious about his exosuit.

Atticus was feeling conflicted. His exosuit was without a doubt overpowered; he wasn't worried about showing them this. What he was worried about was what he had just discovered a few minutes ago.

He had decided not to utilize his exosuit even when he was training.

Although Atticus hadn't put too much emphasis on it, the fact that his will had reduced when he deployed the suit was still nagging his mind. That right there had been a huge red flag.

'I almost forgot, status!' He had completely forgotten to check his will after he had unequipped his suit.

Atticus glanced at his status screen, his eyes immediately fixated on the particular stat he had been looking for. He couldn't help but breathe in a sigh of relief when he saw that it was back to normal.

He had been right; the suit's consciousness would only act if he was actively utilizing the exosuit.

Atticus glanced at the expressions of the Ravenstein youths gazing at him, each of them filled with curiosity and, of course, the impatient form of Aurora who kept gesturing for him to bring out his exosuit already.

'It should be fine if I don't lose focus.' With a huge sigh, Atticus focused slightly and in the next instance, the army of pentagon-shaped pieces streamed out of his chest, converging and engulfing his form in under a second, a red shroud materializing and covering his head.

The entire room suddenly descended into pin-drop silence that lasted for a few seconds. Each one of them, especially Aurora, gazed at Atticus' new form with their mouths agape, each of them shocked.

It looked so cool!

"This is so unfair! How come yours is so different!?" Aurora immediately screamed in protest. The part that made Atticus' suit a killer was the vivid red shroud covering his head.

She wanted that! 'It'll go good with my suit,'

"Hehe, hater," Atticus teased.

"You!"

"Aurora, calm down! It's not like you can take the suit from him," before Aurora could retort, Moon suddenly stepped forward and grabbed her hand,

"The young master is done using the room; let's go train!"

"But-" although reluctant, Aurora allowed Moon to drag her into the training room. But she made sure to give Atticus an intense stare as she was getting dragged away, one that made Atticus shiver.

'I should lock the door to my room before I sleep,' Atticus gulped. With the way Aurora was looking at him, his suit in particular, he wouldn't be surprised if she visited him while he was sleeping.

The rest of the Ravenstein youths followed immediately after, admiring Atticus' suit for a few seconds. Atticus watched them with a smile as they each entered the training room and started testing out their suits.

"So, are you ready for it?"

Atticus turned towards his side to see Lucas standing beside him, also watching the Ravenstein youths training.

Atticus chuckled slightly and responded, "The leader's summit? I should be fine."

"Oh, someone's arrogant," Lucas shook his head slightly before adding, "You do know that you're public enemy number one, right?"

"You think they would gang up against me?" Atticus inquired, raising an eyebrow.

"That's a very high possibility, you know that, right?"

Atticus tilted his head slightly as he pondered, then turned his head back towards the front.

"Hmmm, I don't think that would happen. No, I'm about 90% sure it won't happen. Don't forget how incredibly proud those young masters are. Some would rather die than join hands to fight, especially for just a feeble first year like me."

The sound of Lucas' laughter immediately filled the room.

"Feeble first year? Really?" Lucas asked in slight disbelief. If Atticus was 'just a feeble first year,' then what should he call the rest of them?

"Yes, feeble first year. What else could I possibly be?" Atticus blinked twice while maintaining a straight face despite his baffling words.

Lucas simply shook his head. Atticus was being too much. "Still, I think you should keep your guard up. You never know what might happen," Lucas advised.

"Yes, yes, of course. I'm always on guard. Don't worry," Atticus assured him.

Lucas simply smiled and didn't say anything again. From what he had observed about Atticus, while it was true he always had his guard up, it was obvious he wasn't putting much emphasis on the other tier ones.

It was a fact that Atticus was smarter than him, but Lucas had noticed that he wasn't really a people's person, especially when he had already tagged them as weak.