Ancient Tears BloodLine - Chapter 936

Chapter 936: Officials arrived!

Chapter 936: Officials arrived!

From the MC’s Perspective: The news about the Tier-4 Region was like a storm sweeping through the inner post region, causing ripples that could no longer be ignored.

Forces that had long held grudges and were on the brink of conflict found themselves forced to set aside their animosities.

For the moment, their primary focus had shifted-every faction now had its eyes on securing a spot for their warriors in the prestigious Tier-4 universities.

This development brought a surprising sense of calm to an otherwise tense atmosphere.

Even typically hostile groups like the Blood Force and their bitter rivals seemed to cool their tempers.

The once-feared Eclipse Academy and the formidable Giant Tower Academy, known for their cutthroat competition, had adopted a rare air of civility, behaving with an unusual decorum.

Across the Federation, the response was much the same.

Core members of the Federation quickly issued directives to their affiliate gangs, urging them to stay low and avoid internal strife.

No one wanted their power plays or territorial disputes to distract from the larger opportunity looming over them.

The news was too significant to risk disruption over petty infighting.

Before the Federation Head could even issue formal orders, the gang leaders in Alpha City were already breathing a collective sigh of relief.

The ever-present threat of retaliation or power struggles had lessened, at least for now.

The head of the notorious Vulture Gang, a man constantly walking a tightrope between appeasing his backers and maintaining control, allowed himself a rare moment of ease.

He had feared being summoned by the core member behind the gang for failing to handle some pressing issues, but the news from the Tier-4 Region had bought him a temporary reprieve.

Now, he could shelve the matter entirely and redirect his focus elsewhere.

Likewise, other gangs who had been discussing Zack Lockwood’s teacher found themselves unexpectedly spared from immediate pressure.

There was a collective shift in focus as warriors from every corner now set their sights on the same goal: securing a coveted place in the Tier-4 universities.

Their attention had turned to the greater prize, and for the time being, the undercurrents of violence and revenge were replaced with preparation and ambition.

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A week later, the Inner Post Region awoke to another wave of exhilarating news.

It was official: representatives from the Tier-4 Region had finally arrived.

These weren’t just any visitors-they were esteemed officials from the six top universities and other influential organizations.

Their presence alone sent shockwaves of excitement and anticipation throughout the region.

Among them, the officials from the prestigious Star University had made their way directly to the Army Federation, a move that sent a clear message: the stakes were high, and the best of the best were scouting for talent.

In parallel, the other universities dispatched their representatives to various top-tier organizations, elite clans, and powerful families.

The arrival of these envoys ignited a frenzy among those hoping to secure an audience or a recommendation.

Inside the headquarters of the Federation, Head Ben paced back and forth in his office, the tension rolling off him in waves.

He had just received the news that the officials were coming to meet with him, and the gravity of the moment weighed heavily on his mind.

His first instinct was to summon Zack Lockwood immediately, his mind racing with possibilities.

Zack was a rising star-an asset that could prove invaluable.

But Ben hesitated.

These officials, with their inscrutable agendas and complex power dynamics, could be unpredictable.

If he acted rashly and summoned Zack too early, without a clear request from them, it could easily backfire, jeopardizing Zack’s chances or even the Federation’s standing with the Tier-4 powers.

Patience, Ben reminded himself.

He would wait for their cue.

Only when they asked for Zack would he make his move.

Any misstep now could ripple into something much larger, and the Federation couldn’t afford that.

One hour later, Federation Head Ben stood at the secret teleportation platform, a hidden asset known only to a select few.

The platform, concealed in the most secure depths of the Headquarters, was designed for exclusive use by Tier-5 officials and Ben himself, a symbol of the Federation’s elite status.

As the familiar hum of the platform activated, Ben braced himself for what came next.

The arrival of these officials signaled the beginning of a critical chapter, not just for Zack or the Federation, but for the entire Inner Post Region.

Ben stood at the edge of the platform, his gaze fixed on the cold metal surface.

The ground beneath his feet rumbled softly, a faint hum filling the air.

Then, in a flash, the platform erupted in a brilliant glow, flooding the room with a sharp, electric light.

In the next breath, two figures emerged from the radiance-warriors clad in gleaming white armor that shimmered under the light.

One was a tall, imposing male with a sharp jawline, his eyes like burning embers beneath his helmet.

The other, a fierce female with an air of lethal grace, stood beside him, her expression unreadable, but her presence overwhelming.

Both exuded power, their movements synchronized as if they were two halves of a single force.

Ben’s breath caught in his throat.

He felt his body stiffen, as though he had been turned to stone.

These two warriors-representatives of the infamous Star University-radiated an aura so intense, it pressed down on him like the weight of a collapsing star.

He had heard rumors of their prowess, but to feel it firsthand was a different reality altogether.

For a moment, his thoughts spiraled.

How could this be?

He was no ordinary fighter.

He was one of the few Gold Mark Warriors in the region, a title that symbolized unmatched strength and skill.

And yet, standing before these two, a cold, unfamiliar sensation crept into his chest.

Fear.

It was more than just their presence.

The very air around them crackled with unseen energy, a palpable danger that made his skin crawl.

A bead of sweat slid down his brow as his heart pounded violently in his chest.

Despite himself, he could feel the grim shadow of death hanging in the air, its icy breath brushing against his skin.

They are representatives?

Ben’s mind raced.

But now, faced with the overwhelming pressure emanating from these warriors, he didn’t dare question their identity any further.

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Meanwhile, I paced restlessly in my room, my fingers clenched tightly around the phone as I spoke to my teacher.

The dim light of the room seemed oppressive, amplifying the tension bubbling within me.

Teacher had just informed me of the arrival of Tier-4 region officials-a monumental event.

Ever since I heard the news, my heart had been racing, refusing to calm down.

“Zack, don’t let this shake you,” Lowell’s voice echoed through the call, calm but firm.

“You must realize, you are likely their prime candidate.

Remember, you’re a lightning warrior.

Lightning element warriors are in high demand at these universities.” I inhaled sharply, trying to steady my breathing.

Teacher Lowell was right.

Lightning warriors were rare, coveted even.

It was a talent that put me in a unique position, and yet, doubt gnawed at me from within.

“But even with that,” I began, my voice wavering slightly, “my strength rank is low.

What if that’s all they see?” Lowell’s tone softened, but remained resolute.

“Your rank may be lower than others, but the lightning element isn’t something to underestimate.

It can be your advantage-your edge in ways rank alone can’t compete with.” I nodded to myself, the words making sense, but still…

there was something else.

Something unpredictable.

“I understand, teacher,” I replied, my voice quieter.

“It’s just-you never know about the variables.

What if something goes wrong?

What if I’m not as prepared as I think?” Lowell’s voice grew more serious.

“In ordinary times, you might be right to worry.

Variables would matter more.

But this isn’t an ordinary time, Zack.

These forces, these universities-they’re not just looking for warriors anymore.

They need the next generation of fighters.

They need those who can rise beyond the rank of Gold Mark Warrior.” The weight of his words settled heavily on my shoulders.

It was true.

This wasn’t just about me, or even the other candidates.

The future was at stake, and the universities were seeking those who could shape it.

“Yeah, I get it,” I said, my voice firmer this time.

Still, the unknown loomed large, but Lowell’s reassurance kept me grounded, if only for the moment.

The pressure was immense, but so was the opportunity ahead.

We talked for a few minutes before ending the call.

The teacher said he would only come if summoned by the Federation Head.

He wants to avoid any unnecessary drama.

All other core members are behaving well right now.

If the teacher were to appear without being called, it would raise a lot of questions.

Overthinking is hurting.

After calming down my heart, I removed these unnecessary thoughts and began to wait patiently.

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