Ancient Tears BloodLine - Chapter 931

Chapter 931: Getting Attention Chapter 931: Getting Attention From the MC’s Perspective: The familiar hum of energy coursed through the air as I approached the Teleportation Platform.

I could feel a slight tingle on my skin as the platform’s activation sequence began.

With a soft hum, the world around me distorted, the surroundings blurring before snapping back into focus, and I found myself standing in the Headquarters courtyard, the cool breeze of home brushing against my skin.

Taking a moment to steady myself, I began the walk toward the Headquarters building.

The mission had been fraught with peril-monsters lurking in the shadows, and worse yet, the warriors whose greed and hunger for power made them just as deadly.

The hunting teams prowling Alpha City were a constant threat, their movements unpredictable, their alliances fickle.

Going back there without inside information would be suicide.

I clenched my fists, reminding myself that it wasn’t just the monsters out there that could end me-it was those gangs.

As I crossed the threshold into the Headquarters, the warmth of the building welcomed me.

It felt safe, familiar.

My boots echoed faintly in the vast hall as I made my way to the mission desk, my hand tightening around the pouch that contained the monster core.

The clerk barely looked up as I handed it over, scanning it in and updating my mission reports.

The quiet acknowledgment of my completion felt anti-climactic compared to the chaos I had just survived.

With the paperwork done, I turned on my heels and made my way toward the elevator at the far end of the hall.

Each step felt heavier, the adrenaline that had kept me on edge during the mission now fading into exhaustion.

“Creak!” The sound of the elevator doors sliding open broke the stillness.

I stepped inside, the cold metallic walls reflecting my tired expression back at me.

With a single press, the button for my floor lit up.

The gentle hum of the elevator’s ascent was calming, almost lulling me into a sense of ease.

Within minutes, the doors opened, and I stepped out onto my floor, the familiar hallway stretching before me.

As soon as I reached my door and stepped inside my room, the tension in my shoulders finally eased.

“Phew…” The air here was different, familiar, like a sanctuary away from the chaos of Alpha City.

I let out a long, tired breath, the weight of the mission slipping off my shoulders.

The silence of the room felt comforting, the only noise coming from my steady breathing.

I hadn’t realized how tense I had been until this very moment.

Without wasting time, I removed my uniform, dropping it in a heap by the door.

My muscles ached, and every step felt like a reminder of the dangers I had faced.

The idea of a hot bath was too inviting to resist.

My room had always been my escape, but right now, the bath would be the ultimate release.

It was time to wash away the grime, the blood, and the stress of survival.

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Alpha City: The air in Alpha City was thick with tension as the sun began to set, casting long shadows over the crowded streets.

In the heart of the city, hidden behind fortified walls and iron gates, the hunting teams were trickling back to their respective gangs, reporting on the day’s missions.

Each gang kept meticulous records of the teams that ventured out daily, tracking their comings and goings.

In Alpha City, where survival was as much about information as it was about strength, knowing who was where-and why-was a matter of power.

At this moment, deep within the place of the Vulture Gang, a grim-faced leader scanned the reports laid out before him.

The room was dim, the only light coming from the flickering data screens that displayed mission logs.

The leader’s eyes narrowed as he noticed several of their hunting teams had yet to report back.

A slow tension built in the room, the unspoken question lingering: Were these teams delayed, or had they fallen?

Out in the wilds, anything was possible.

While the Vulture Gang awaited their missing teams, a new piece of information crackled through the city’s underground networks, spreading like wildfire.

The rumors had begun to swirl-Lowell McClain’s student had been spotted in Alpha City.

It was a name that carried weight, and for good reason.

Lowell McClain was a Core Member of the Federation, a powerful figure not just in Delta City, where he held control, but throughout the territories.

His influence stretched far, and the idea that his student was in Alpha City piqued the curiosity-and suspicion-of many.

Alpha City’s gangs prided themselves on their intricate web of informants, spies, and double agents.

Their information networks were vast, like invisible tendrils that reached into every corner of the city.

It didn’t take long for word of the lone warrior’s appearance to spread, and soon every major gang knew that Lowell McClain’s protégé had entered their turf.

Reactions varied.

Some dismissed it as a minor event, just another strong figure passing through their dangerous city.

But others sensed something more.

For those familiar with the inner workings of the Federation, this wasn’t just a visit-it was a statement.

Lowell McClain’s name alone brought with it the weight of political friction that had long simmered among the Core Members of the Federation.

Factions within the organization often clashed, and the sudden presence of his student in Alpha City sparked speculation.

Was this a routine mission, or was something deeper at play?

For the more hostile factions, this news was like a spark to kindling.

The friction between the Core Members had been an open secret for years, and now, with McClain’s student in their midst, they saw opportunity.

A new drama was brewing, and the hostile factions were more than eager to stoke the flames.

As the city buzzed with the news, plans were already being made in the shadows.

The gangs of Alpha City were not to be underestimated, and for some, the presence of Lowell McClain’s student was an opportunity to strike at the Federation itself, to weaken one of its Core Members through their protégé.

In the sprawling, cutthroat streets of Alpha City, nothing was ever just coincidence.

A few hours later, the atmosphere within the Vulture Gang’s headquarters had grown more tense.

One by one, the remaining hunting teams had returned, except for one.

The usual sounds of warriors returning-boots clattering, armor clinking-faded into an uncomfortable silence as the leaders began to realize something was amiss.

The warriors in the Vulture Gang exchanged uneasy glances.

A missing team was not uncommon, but when they began to review the team’s composition, their concern deepened.

The absent team wasn’t just any group-they were made up of three SSS-ELITE Rank Warriors, some of the most capable fighters in the gang.

These weren’t rookies who would be easily overwhelmed or distracted.

They had been sent out to complete a mission related to monster captures, something they’d done countless times before with precision and speed.

As the leaders pulled up the mission logs and reviewed the details, it became clear what their objective had been: to capture Armadillo Monsters.

A common enough task.

Armadillos, while formidable, were not considered a high-level threat to a team of their caliber.

With their thick, armor-like hides and powerful defensive abilities, these creatures were known to be tricky but not impossible to subdue, especially for warriors of this rank.

The mission was supposed to be routine, simple even, for a team like theirs.

That’s what made their delay so troubling.

The room buzzed with speculation.

Warriors and strategists gathered in small groups, discussing what could have gone wrong.

“It doesn’t make sense,” one of the more experienced fighters muttered.

“They should’ve been back by now.

A mission like that shouldn’t take more than a few hours, tops.” Some began to wonder if there was more to this situation than met the eye.

Could they have encountered an unexpected threat?

Perhaps a rival gang had intervened, or worse-was it possible they’d stumbled upon something much more dangerous than Armadillo Monsters?

Despite their growing concerns, the Vulture Gang decided to remain patient.

The leaders exchanged cautious glances, agreeing that it was still possible the team had run into complications-perhaps they had sustained injuries during the capture and needed time to recover before returning.

Monster hunts could be unpredictable, and delays weren’t unheard of.

“We’ll give them a day,” the gang leader finally announced, his voice carrying a tone of authority, though it was laced with uncertainty.

“If they’re injured, they could be recovering.

It’s not uncommon for teams to take longer to return after a tough fight.” The warriors in the room nodded in agreement, though an air of unease still lingered.

They had all seen their fair share of battles and knew that sometimes, delays were a precursor to disaster.

For now, all they could do was wait and hope that the missing team would report back soon, intact.

But as the hours dragged on and the tension mounted, an unsettling feeling began to settle over the Vulture Gang-one that whispered of deeper dangers lurking just beneath the surface.

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