[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-ancient-tears-bloodline":3,"chapter-ancient-tears-bloodline-ancient-tears-bloodline-chapter-922":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Ancient Tears BloodLine",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1256950,1684,"Chapter 922 - 922 Mission report submitted","ancient-tears-bloodline-chapter-922",922,"\u003Cp>Chapter 922: Mission report submitted Chapter 922: Mission report submitted From MC’s Perspective: Jonathan’s voice was low and determined as he said, “I will look into their backgrounds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hereafter, they won’t be able to do anything.” I gave him a curt nod, acknowledging his resolve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tension in the room was palpable, but there was no time to dwell on it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where’s the Teacher?” I asked, needing to shift my focus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Jonathan informed me that he was in his study room, I turned without another word and made my way there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As I left, I caught a glimpse of Jonathan’s eyes-sharp and flickering with barely contained frustration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was thinking, no doubt, that the Federation’s forces were making a grave mistake by underestimating Master Lowell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jonathan believed that unless they were taught a harsh lesson, these provocations would continue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I didn’t need to hear his thoughts to know that; it was clear in the way his jaw tightened before he stormed out of the Castle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I arrived at the study room and pushed open the heavy wooden door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside, the room was dimly lit by the soft glow of ancient lamps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scent of old books and ink filled the air, adding to the scholarly atmosphere that always surrounded the Teacher.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Master Lowell was seated behind a massive desk, surrounded by scrolls and tomes that likely held more secrets than I could imagine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Have you completed your mission?” His voice was steady, though his gaze held a weight of expectation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I nodded in response.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, Teacher,” I said, but my mind was already on another matter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Teacher, is there any news regarding the Top List Competition conducted by Star University?” I asked, my voice betraying a hint of urgency.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lowell, who had been casually leaning back in his chair, suddenly sat upright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyebrows shot up, clearly surprised by the question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are you talking about the SSS-ELITE Rank competition?” he asked, his tone more serious now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes,” I confirmed, maintaining a solemn expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve heard rumors that the competition will be held next month.” Lowell’s face darkened slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He leaned back again, but his mind was clearly racing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a moment of silence, he shook his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You should focus on accumulating experience first,” he advised, his voice calm but firm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It would be wise for you to reach the SSS-ELITE Rank before concerning yourself with such things.” There was something in his tone, a subtle warning perhaps, that told me he wasn’t being entirely forthcoming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The information about the competition was sensitive, confidential even-details likely reserved for those ranked above the Black Mark Warrior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a Silver Mark Warrior, I wasn’t privy to the full scope of what was happening in the upper tiers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I could sense that Lowell was withholding something, perhaps for my own good, or perhaps because even he, in his position, didn’t know everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chaos in the higher regions-Tier-4 and beyond-was becoming more opaque with each passing day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even within the Tier-5 Region, the inner post region, information was filtered and controlled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lowell’s gaze drifted for a moment, as though recalling something troubling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps the spatial crack that had allowed those monstrous entities to breach our region still weighed on his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a mystery that neither of us fully understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What were those monsters?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How had they managed to reach us?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even now, the answers remained frustratingly out of reach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the other hand, I noticed that Teacher was lost in his own thoughts, his eyes distant, as if wrestling with matters far beyond our current conversation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this, I sighed inwardly, realizing I had let my impatience get the better of me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps I was frustrated too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The uncertainty, the constant pressure, and the weight of the expectations on my shoulders-it was all beginning to wear me down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I knew I needed to center myself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thoughts swirling in my mind, the anxious speculations, were all distractions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I closed my eyes briefly, taking a deep breath to push away the unnecessary clutter in my head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Focus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I needed to focus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Opening my eyes again, I decided to shift the conversation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Teacher,” I began, my voice steadier now, “what about my training?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Is there anything more I should work on?” Lowell snapped back from his reverie, regarding me thoughtfully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His answer, however, was a measured one, providing me with just enough to ponder but not enough to overwhelm me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The conversation flowed more easily after that, as we discussed various techniques and strategies I needed to hone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time passed without either of us noticing, the atmosphere lighter now that the tension had dissipated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After half an hour, I excused myself and left Lowell Castle, the weight of our conversation still lingering in my mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cool evening breeze brushed against my skin as I made my way back toward the Headquarters, my steps quiet on the cobblestone path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The journey, though short, gave me time to reflect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I had much to work on, not just in terms of skill, but also my mindset.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I needed to be sharper, more focused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arriving at the Headquarters, I stepped through the large double doors and into the familiar building.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air inside was a mixture of anticipation and fatigue, the kind of energy that clung to a place filled with warriors who were either preparing for missions or returning from them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I made my way to the mission counter and handed over my report.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The clerk quickly processed it, handing me the rewards without much fanfare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I pocketed them, offering a brief nod of thanks before turning to leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lobby buzzed with quiet activity, but I paid it no mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I was focused on one thing: getting back to my room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I walked toward the elevator and pressed the button, feeling a slight twinge of exhaustion beginning to set in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Creak!” The lift doors slid open with a metallic groan, and I stepped inside, pressing the button for my floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soft hum of the elevator rising was oddly soothing, a brief moment of stillness in an otherwise chaotic day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the doors opened again, I stepped out onto my floor, the corridor stretching out before me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My room was just down the hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The familiar sight of the door brought a small sense of relief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I entered my room, the soft click of the door shutting behind me offering a brief respite from the world outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally alone, I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CREATORS’ THOUGHTS Aravind_S Creation is hard, cheer me up!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>VOTE for me!\u003C\u002Fp>",1099,"2026-06-05T15:57:05.650Z",1,"novelbin.me","ff6a2cab4c4804e4f0ec9bc52b7a5f9dcddfde0553cfa625801ee663964ec75b","ancient-tears-bloodline-chapter-923","ancient-tears-bloodline-chapter-921",1498,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fancient-tears-bloodline-cover.jpg"]