Ancient Tears BloodLine - Chapter 932

Chapter 932: Part 1: Truth comes out Chapter 932: Part 1: Truth comes out From MC’s Perspective: The following day, After waking up and shaking off the remnants of sleep, I fell into my familiar routine.

A quick stretch, a wash, and a light meal to start the day-it was all part of a disciplined ritual I had long established.

But none of that mattered compared to what came next.

With anticipation building inside me, I made my way to the essence chamber.

This was where real progress happened.

My mind was already focused on my next goal: breaking through the barrier to reach the SSS-ELITE Rank.

The moment I achieved that, everything would change.

Opportunities that were currently out of reach would suddenly be within my grasp.

The world would open up to me in ways I could only dream of.

The power, the influence-it would all be mine.

I seated myself in the center of the chamber, surrounded by the ambient flow of world energy.

It pulsed faintly in the air, a subtle but constant hum of energy waiting to be harnessed.

Closing my eyes, I began to focus, feeling the familiar sensation of mana coursing through my body.

Each breath drew in more power, each exhale released tension.

This process, though repetitive, never lost its importance.

I needed to break through.

The faster I could achieve this rank, the sooner I could dominate my path forward.

The weight of my goal pressed on my mind as I fell into deep cultivation.

…

Alpha City: As the new day dawned over Alpha City, the streets were already buzzing with activity.

The city’s hunting teams, loyal to various gangs, were back at it-continuing their missions, collecting bounties, and securing their territories.

It was the same rhythm that kept the city’s pulse alive, day in and day out.

But not everyone was content.

For the Vulture Gang, the day began with unease.

Their leader, a man known for his cold calculation, was growing more anxious by the hour.

His hunting team-one of the more seasoned ones-had been missing for over a day.

That wasn’t normal.

Teams went out on missions and didn’t return on time, sure, but they always sent word.

This silence was unsettling.

The leader had hoped they would come back on their own, but now he wasn’t so sure.

Time was slipping away, and as the morning turned to noon, a creeping sense of dread began to settle in.

Still, he wasn’t ready to panic just yet.

He gave orders for the other hunting teams under his command to keep an eye out for any trace of the missing group.

If they stumbled upon any clues during their missions, they were to report back immediately.

But what he didn’t want to admit to himself-or to his men-was the gnawing fear of a worst-case scenario.

The Vulture Gang was no stranger to bloody conflicts, but losing an entire team?

That was rare.

The leader kept these dark thoughts buried, hoping the day would bring better news.

By mid-afternoon, his hope was shattered.

Word reached him, not from his hunting teams, but from the families of the missing hunters.

They had their own ways of knowing when something was wrong-secret methods passed down through their bloodlines.

The message was clear, and it hit the leader harder than he had anticipated.

Their descendants were dead.

The leader’s hands clenched into fists as he processed the news.

This wasn’t just a setback; this was a disaster.

Losing a hunting team wasn’t just a loss of manpower, it was a blow to his gang’s reputation.

Whoever had killed them had made a statement, and now the Vulture Gang would have to respond.

And the leader knew one thing for certain-retribution was coming.

The leader of the Vulture Gang sat frozen for a moment, stunned to the core.

The news of his hunting team’s death felt surreal, impossible even.

No one would dare commit such an act here.

After all, it was strictly forbidden by the Federation to kill fellow members.

Such actions carried severe consequences.

His shock quickly gave way to disbelief-this wasn’t supposed to happen, not in this city.

But he knew better than anyone that rules could be bent, and laws had their loopholes.

His mind raced, landing on one glaring exception: the monster zones.

Inside those dangerous regions, anything was fair game.

Conflicts between rival gangs were often “settled” in those chaotic lands.

Warriors killed each other under the guise of monster hunting, using the lawlessness of the zone as cover for their brutal vendettas.

For a moment, the leader’s mind churned with suspicion.

Could his hunting team have been lured into such a trap?

Could this be the work of a rival gang?

His eyes narrowed, a cold glint flashing through them as his thoughts darkened.

It wasn’t impossible.

Rival gangs were always circling, like vultures waiting for weakness.

But as far as he knew, there were no real tensions simmering between the gangs lately.

No public disputes, no outright confrontations.

Sure, there were always undercurrents of competition, the subtle plays for power beneath the surface, but nothing that had escalated to this level.

Nothing that would justify the outright slaughter of one of his teams.

Confusion gnawed at him.

“”Why now?”” What had triggered this?

If it was an attack from a rival, there should have been some warning signs-tensions rising, whispers in the streets, something.

But there had been nothing.

The city had been relatively calm in recent days, the balance of power undisturbed.

It didn’t make sense.

But one thing was clear-his team was gone, and something “”had”” happened to them.

His chest tightened with anger and frustration.

The leader slammed his fist onto the table in front of him, his mind made up.

He couldn’t waste any more time wondering what had gone wrong.

The truth would only come to light when he had the bodies of his men.

Without hesitation, he sent out orders to his remaining hunting teams.

Whatever missions they were on, whatever tasks they were completing, they were to stop immediately.

The search for the missing team took priority now.

Every available resource had to be mobilized.

The other teams were to comb through the monster zones and the surrounding regions, leaving no stone unturned.

The leader knew his decision to halt all ongoing missions would draw attention.

The other gangs would surely notice.

It was a bold move, but the situation called for it.

He needed answers, and he needed them fast.

The bodies of his men would tell him what happened.

And once he had the truth, the next step would be clear-**whoever** was responsible would pay dearly.

…

The moment the news of their descendants’ deaths spread, the families of the missing hunters wasted no time.

These families were powerful in their own right, with deep roots and connections within the Federation.

They, too, understood the gravity of the situation and weren’t about to sit idly by.

Without hesitation, they called upon their own warriors-each of them Federation members, skilled and well-equipped for this type of mission.

Their orders were clear: join the search for the missing hunting team, and do not return until answers were found.

Meanwhile, the leader of the Vulture Gang was already thinking several steps ahead.

As his hunting teams scoured the monster zones, he knew brute force alone wouldn’t solve this mystery.

Information was power, and in Alpha City, intelligence was often more valuable than muscle.

Someone knew something.

His instincts told him that this wasn’t the work of some random occurrence.

No, this attack was deliberate, calculated.

A silent elimination like this could only be carried out by one of the city’s gangs.

After all, only they had the resources and nerve to pull off such an audacious strike in secret.

Each gang in Alpha City had its own network of allies and informants, shadowy figures who lurked behind the scenes, pulling strings and orchestrating events.

His own gang was no different; they, too, had powerful backers.

But the leader hesitated to involve them just yet.

His most valuable supporter was a force to be reckoned with, someone whose wrath was unpredictable and dangerous.

Disturbing that individual too soon would be a risk.

If this person discovered the situation before the leader had concrete answers, his fury would likely be directed at the leader himself for failing to protect the gang.

“”No, not yet.”” He needed to uncover the truth on his own before involving his benefactor.

The last thing he wanted was to trigger a disaster by acting prematurely.

His mind raced as he considered his options.

There were subtle ways to gather information in this city, without tipping his hand.

Alpha City was a den of secrets, and with the right contacts, whispers from the shadows could reveal more than any direct confrontation.

The leader knew that several gangs in the city had been trying to expand their influence.

While there had been no open hostility recently, the undercurrents of rivalry never truly disappeared.

Some gang could have seen an opportunity, a chance to weaken the Vulture Gang by quietly eliminating one of their hunting teams.

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