Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground

264  Class

As soon as Isabella walked in to the class room, each of the students who had initially been chattering and talking with each other all quieted down.

All eyes turned towards the front of the entrance to see a woman clothed in a fitted suit, Isabella, walking forward.

Unlike back then at the first year control room, when she had been slurping the smoothie and getting on the nerves of the operators, this time, she simply just held it in her hands as she walked towards the platform, ignoring the curious gazes of all the students.

After a few seconds, she reached the obsidian table by the side of the platform. She dropped her smoothie on the table and turned her gaze towards the seated students in front of her.

One section immediately captured her attention— the lowest seats where the tier one youths were seated.

Observing each one of them, Isabella couldn't help but let out an audible sigh, the youths all getting confused, not understanding what was happening.

'This would be a long year,' she thought, already anticipating the plethora of work she would have to do while teaching this class.

There were currently 8 tier one students in her class, all at the same time!

'What rotten luck!'

Her eyes peeked towards Atticus's figure with as much subtlety as a teenage girl looking at her crush. Not even Atticus was able to notice.

'And what was worse, he's here, sitting amongst the students as if he were a normal first year student!'

Isabella shook her head in slight frustration,

'He'll probably become more powerful than me in a few years. Just why did Dad refuse?' She wondered. Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on novelenglish.net . Firᴇ.net

Isabella had tried hard to convince Harrison to organize a separate class for Atticus. One that would focus on training each part of his strengths and most importantly, a class that would challenge him and make him grow.

With what he had shown so far, Isabella had no doubt that nothing in the first year curriculum could truly challenge him.

Yes, it was showing favoritism, but the boy could defeat master- rank beasts at 15 years old!

If any one of the students could even come close to achieving the same feat, they were free to request the same thing.

But despite her relentless efforts, Harrison didn't even budge an inch. He was hell bent on making Atticus attend the academy like a normal student.

And now, she would have to handle having the monster in her class.

With another large sigh, she swept her gaze towards the rest of the students, instantly spotting a few fools.

Isabella suddenly spoke, her voice resounding across the room, "Lysander Hastings, Cedric Winslow, Alaric Ellsworth, Benedict Wycliffe, Theobald Montague, minus five hundred academy points for speaking when the instructor is in class," Isabella declared.

The five youths all froze as they heard their names called, not understanding what was going on.

But after a second, Isabella's words finally registered in their heads.

And they all couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at the absurdity of woman.

Disregarding the fact that she had identified them all perfectly without the need for a reference, but 500 academy points?

They each couldn't help but smile and shake their heads. Was this her attempt at trying to make the class laugh to lessen the pressure she was feeling because she was teaching their class for the first time?

But as though on cue, they each got the shocks of their lives as their artifacts suddenly sounded in their ears, notifying them of their points deduction.

Their smiles quickly morphed from amusement to shock and then in to anger.

One of them immediately stood up and exclaimed, "You can't do that! What did we do?"

"I literally mentioned it when I gave the punishments, like so. Benedict Wycliffe, minus 500 academy points for shouting at your instructor,"

His next words were abruptly cut short as he received another notification from his artifact.

Benedict's face immediately turned crimson in anger, "Who the hell do you think you are!" he thundered.

Isabella released another audible sigh. 'Freaking spoiled entitled brats,'

"My name is Isabella Blake, and I will be your LDSP- 001 instructor for the entire duration of your first year. As your instructor, I have the power to deduct any one of your points if I find you doing something wrong.

"Once again, like so, Benedict Wycliffe, 1000 points for failing to learn your lesson and shouting at your instructor again."

"..."

The other four youths had long since sat down when Isabella had deducted another 500 points from Benedict.

They had all wanted to join in and scream at Isabella, but it was already obvious that they would be the ones losing out in the end.

Large throbbing veins started appearing on Benedict's head, 'Who the hell does she think she is!'

He was well knowledgeable about the distinct features of all the tiered families in the human domain, and from looking at Isabella, he was very sure Isabella here wasn't a tiered.

"Don't think you can get away with this, I will inform my father about this!" he shouted again, trying to intimidate Isabella.

Listening to this, Atticus couldn't help but internally shake his head at the stupidity of this youth. He was truly stupid.

What the hell did he think the academy was?

And it wasn't only Atticus that shared this sentiment. Even Isabella was thoroughly baffled.

The academy was built with support from all the paragons of humanity. It was led directly by the paragon council.

No one family had the authority to go against the academy.

Isabella was an instructor in such an institution. And given the fact that each instructor had basically signed their whole lives to the academy, each one of them had corresponding levels of authority, one that even the tiered had to be careful not to mess with.

Knowing all of this, a tier 3 pup was actually threatening her?

It was baffling.