Ancient Tears BloodLine - Chapter 912

Chapter 912: Grage Family humbled Chapter 912: Grage Family humbled From MC’s Perspective: I was waiting in my room, pacing back and forth, with the weight of anticipation gnawing at me.

The walls around me felt smaller than usual, and the stillness in the air made the silence deafening.

I couldn’t help but wonder what was happening beyond this door.

If my instincts were right, Teacher Lowell must have caused quite a stir by now.

I chuckled softly to myself, knowing that the families who dared to challenge us would think twice before making any more moves.

Their fear would keep them at bay for a while.

Even if they somehow mustered the courage to strike again, there’s no way the Federation Head could accuse me.

My eyes gleamed with a flicker of determination.

I was lucky-so lucky.

I hadn’t blindly consumed those pills when I had the chance.

Had I done so, all my hard work would have gone to waste.

No one else understands what I’m going through, what’s at stake for me.

While others might be chasing power without a second thought, for me, this steady progression is a matter of survival.

My mind wandered back to the truth of my existence.

If I don’t develop my physique to the highest possible level, the ancient blood hidden inside my body will one day take my life.

This bloodline, once revered, could be my undoing.

I clenched my fists.

Only by pushing my body to the extremes, refining every fiber of my being, could I hope to contain the immense power of my inheritance.

Until I reach that pinnacle, it feels like a sword hangs over my head, a constant threat of death lingering in the shadows.

But something’s different now.

That constant worry, that nagging fear-it’s not as sharp anymore.

The Federation Head, alongside Teacher Lowell, seemed confident that Star University would extend their hand to me.

And not just through the usual trials.

A special situation was brewing-one that would allow the University to accept more warriors without stringent tests.

The thought of being at Star University filled me with hope.

There, I would have access to the kind of resources that could help me push my physique to the limit.

I could finally chase after the power that would save my life, and perhaps, even go beyond survival.

After what felt like an eternity, but was in truth about 30 minutes, a sharp knock echoed through my room.

I turned and walked to the door, my mind still racing with thoughts of what might be unfolding.

As I opened the door, there stood Teacher Lowell, a wide smile spread across his face, the tension that had once marred his features now gone.

“Zack, take this storage ring,” he said, his voice light with satisfaction as he handed over a small, unassuming ring.

“I’ll give you the other rings after we finish testing.” I took the ring from him, feeling its cool surface in my palm, knowing the resources inside could mean the difference between life and death for me.

Before I could say anything, Teacher Lowell added, “I’ve already spoken with the Federation Head.

You can use these resources without any worry.” Relief washed over me as I nodded in response.

We exchanged a few more words, discussing next steps and plans, but my mind was already racing ahead.

After a few minutes, Teacher Lowell left, leaving me alone once more.

I stared at the ring in my hand.

It was a small thing, but it represented so much-hope, power, survival.

The path ahead was still uncertain, but I was more prepared now.

Every step I took from this moment would bring me closer to mastering my body, to controlling the ancient bloodline inside me.

One day, the sword of death would no longer hang over me.

One day, I would be free.

Meanwhile, the Federation Head sat in his office, his face etched with a mix of frustration and relief as he contemplated the events at the Grage Family Estate.

Word had already reached him about the confrontation, and despite the anger simmering within him, he found solace in the fact that Lowell hadn’t gone too far-he hadn’t killed Alnod Grage.

The Federation Head sighed deeply, leaning back in his chair.

As much as he wanted to teach the Grage Family a lesson, the consequences of their complete destruction would ripple far beyond them.

Other families would grow anxious, fearful, and even paranoid, potentially destabilizing the entire power structure within the Federation.

Such a move would only create more problems.

The Federation had no room for chaos, not now.

After clearing his mind of these thoughts, he turned his attention to other pressing matters, confident that the Grage Family had been put in their place, for now.

As time passed, news of the Grage Family incident began to spread like wildfire through the other noble families.

Whispers filled the halls of mansions, and the story of Alnod Grage’s humiliation and near defeat at the hands of Lord Lowell reached every corner.

Among those most affected was Simon Grage, who sat trembling in his room, his heart pounding with fear and anger.

The weight of his actions had crashed down on him harder than he could have anticipated.

Never in his wildest nightmares did he think his petty schemes against Zack Lockwood would lead to such devastation.

They had lost not only precious resources but also the respect of the Federation.

And to make matters worse, his father, Alnod, had been physically attacked and humiliated in front of their own family members.

The shame gnawed at Simon, his face reddening with both fury and embarrassment.

He had always been the one bullying others, used to having his way and flaunting his power.

But now, for the first time, he found himself utterly powerless.

The humiliation was too much for him to bear.

His resentment toward Zack Lockwood only grew.

In his mind, Zack was the cause of all this.

If it weren’t for him, none of this would have happened.

But as much as Simon wanted revenge, there was nothing he could do.

Not now.

They had crossed a line, and the Federation Head was furious.

Even worse, none of the other families would dare come to their aid after witnessing the Federation’s wrath.

Shortly afterward, Simon made his way to his father’s study.

The atmosphere in the Grage household was tense, as if the walls themselves were bracing for the fallout.

Alnod Grage sat behind his grand desk, his face pale but composed.

Though his body had nearly recovered from the hidden injuries inflicted during the confrontation with Lowell, it had come at a steep price.

Expensive resources had been used to accelerate his healing, and the thought of such a waste pained him deeply.

Resources that could have been used to strengthen their family’s position had now been squandered because of Simon’s careless behavior.

When Simon entered the room, Alnod looked up, his expression cold and detached.

The usual warmth he reserved for his son was nowhere to be found.

Simon could feel the chill in the air as he stood awkwardly before his father, waiting for him to speak.

But Alnod said nothing.

His silence was louder than any words he could have uttered.

Everyone in the family knew what Simon had done-how he had operated under the very nose of the Federation Head, bringing disaster upon them all.

Yet, none of the Family Elders had come forward to question Alnod or to intervene.

Their silence spoke volumes.

They were complicit, quietly standing by their leader despite the shame brought upon the Grage name.

It was their way of showing solidarity with Alnod, reaffirming his authority within the family.

His position was cemented, unshakable.

He had no siblings to challenge his leadership, and the internal politics that plagued other families didn’t touch him.

Even now, after all that had happened, his control over the Grage Family remained firm.

But as Simon stood there, he couldn’t shake the feeling of being adrift.

His father’s coldness, the anger from the Federation, the growing tension between them and the other noble families-it all weighed on him like a leaden cloak.

He had stirred a hornet’s nest, and now, the sting of his actions had come back to haunt him.

“What brings you here, Simon?” Alnod asked, his voice laced with concern.

Hearing his father’s question, Simon’s fists clenched, his knuckles turning white.

His eyes, usually a soft brown, flared red with anger.

He took a deep breath, trying to control his emotions, but the rage was too palpable.

“Father, I want Zack Lockwood dead,” Simon said, his voice a cold, deadly whisper.

Alnod’s eyebrows shot up in surprise.

He had expected his son to be shaken and fearful after the day’s events.

Instead, Simon’s resolve seemed to have hardened.

“I understand your anger, Simon,” Alnod replied, his voice soothing.

“But we must be cautious.

We are already on the bad side of the Federation Head.

If we were to act rashly against Lockwood, we would be inviting more trouble.” He paused, his gaze filled with a mix of worry and determination.

“Lowell McClain is also waiting for an opportunity to strike.

We cannot afford to make any moves that would draw his attention.

For now, we must bide our time and plan our next move carefully.” CREATORS’ THOUGHTS Aravind_S Creation is hard, cheer me up!

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