Immediately upon walking out of the room, Atticus’s gaze landed on the figures of Yotad and Dario standing directly in front of his door.

They both immediately bowed deeply as they saw the door open, greeting in unison, “Young Master!”

Atticus, who had been about to speak, abruptly stopped. ‘I don’t have time for this,’ he thought.

He usually would have tried to stop the both of them from acting this way, but at this point, Atticus had so many things on his mind that he couldn’t bother to waste time handling it.

Atticus simply nodded in response and kept moving forward.

They both stood up and followed closely behind him. Neither of them said anything during the walk. Throughout the walk, Dario was all smiles, looking at Atticus’s back as though he was gazing at a goldmine.

After the fight, it was basically all Dario could think about: how big Atticus was going to become in the future and, in turn, how significant his subordinates would be. For an individual who stemmed from a political home, it was huge for him. He just had to play his cards right. ‘Those fools would freak when they get a whiff of this!’ Dario chuckled inwardly.

Meanwhile, Yotad maintained his composure, continuously scanning the area. It was obvious that after Atticus’s display, Yotad had already anticipated the significance of his work and how important Atticus was. He would not fail.

The trio reached their destination after a few moments, entering the mess hall of the airship.

After that intense battle and healing time, Atticus was completely famished.

This time, there was no one in the hall, and considering that he was still going somewhere else, Atticus decided to eat his meal here.

Grabbing a few portions, he started wolfing it down. Dario couldn’t help but be slightly surprised, but he made sure it didn’t show.

Atticus appeared different in his demeanor and all. Dario hadn’t noticed it earlier when they bowed, but now it was as clear as day. Atticus would usually force them to get their own food, but he hadn’t bothered this time around. This small change made Dario even more confused. Had he been wrong about Atticus?

Yotad also noticed it but didn’t care. He hadn’t really been comfortable eating with his master in the first place.

Atticus ate alone and quickly, finishing in just a few minutes. He immediately stood up and left the mess hall.

Dario couldn’t help but wonder what was happening. Why did their young master suddenly change attitude after the battle? Did something happen?

The trio moved through the ship and reached their destination. The door parted open as they entered the airship training room.

Apart from the control room, the training rooms were also a highlight of the Aegis airship.

Atticus found himself inside an expansive room, about 100 meters long and wide—a massive space considering the airship’s size.

Atticus had been here the day before and already knew about the runes used to expand the space. It was filled with different equipment, training tools, and, lastly, people.

The clashes ongoing in the training room were intense. Fist met fist, and weapons met weapons.

Each of the crew members on the ship were at the master rank, and this much power was expected.

The door parting open wasn’t loud, but the presence of one of the trio who entered the training room was as though an explosion had occurred in the room.

Everyone paused their actions, each turning their gazes toward the white-haired boy who had entered the room along with his subordinates.

Amara, along with some other crew members, were present, each clad in a tight-fitting training suit.

Their gazes narrowed, and they each put their weapons by their sides. Bowing fervently, they greeted in unison.

It was completely different from the day before when they first greeted Atticus. This time around, the excitement and anticipation in the air were electric. It was obvious they weren’t bowing just because he was in a higher hierarchy than them; it was because they truly wanted to do it.

Regardless, Atticus’s steps didn’t pause. “Carry on,” he simply said as he walked toward one of the rooms on the left side of the hall and entered alone after telling Dario and Yotad to give him some privacy.

They had no choice but to listen and instead stood in front of the training room door.

The entire training room in the airship incorporated both the system of the training grounds and advanced training room.

One large space for general training and then different advanced training rooms for more personalized training.

Atticus had just entered one of the advanced training rooms in the ship. He changed the room settings to a quiet grassland landscape, walked away from the terminal, and sat down cross-

legged on the floor, immediately clearing his mind.

He had bigger fish to fry now; there truly was no time to waste. Atticus loved his life too much.

At this point, only one thing mattered greatly to him: anything that could give him a significant boost in power.

First, Atticus tried to remember the feeling he had when he was battling Ae’ark, that thrilling feeling. It had just happened suddenly and without warning.

At one instance, he was thinking hard and trying to plan his next move, and in the next instance, he felt like he didn’t have to think anymore; everything just came to him naturally.

‘Grandfather said it was the thrill of battle. Is it some kind of Ravenstein family thing?’ Atticus felt that was the most likely explanation.

However, no matter how much he tried, Atticus didn’t seem to be able to activate it, leaving him to wonder if it was only in battle that he could use it.

Next, Atticus checked his exosuit. He had a strong feeling that one of the keys to surviving what was coming was to be able to utilize this exosuit.

And there was only one thing he needed before that could happen: an incredible amount of will.