Ancestral Lineage

Chapter 128 The Teleportation Nexus.

"Is everything ready?" a cold, voice inquired, its tone sharp and unyielding.

"Flawlessly," came the response, laced with an air of humor.

"Let's hope nothing goes awry," the first voice murmured, a trace of unease slipping through its frosty demeanor.

"What could possibly go wrong? He's just a kid with a bit of power,"

"Don't underestimate him," the first voice warned, an edge of caution sharpening their tone. "He's a very unique kind of vampire. He's been deliberately holding back to avoid unwanted attention. But corner him, and you'll see how dangerous a cornered beast can truly be."

"Is that so?"

"Yes. Now, summon the others. It's time we make our move and arrive there first."

...

On the Tyrant Bus...

Fang Ren rose from his seat with a natural grace, his movements fluid and commanding as he made his way to the center of the bus. Adjusting his monocle with a practiced motion, he cleared his throat, capturing the attention of everyone aboard.

"Alright, listen up," he began, his voice steady and authoritative. "I just received an important update regarding the outing. As you all know, it's a competition between all the academies in Antrim City. However, this time, it has been made official and much more competitive than we originally thought."

He paused, scanning the bus to ensure every eye was on him. "The original plan of establishing a single central camp will need to be revised. The main objective isn't just about survival or exploration this time. It's about securing the most kills and uncovering hidden items scattered across the Labyrinth Grove. Details about these items will be provided upon our arrival."

Fang Ren's green, gear-like eyes gleamed as he continued. "Given this, setting up a single camp is no longer the optimal strategy. Instead, each year group will need to establish multiple camps within their designated zones. Coordination is key, and while we'll all be teleported to the same area, we won't arrive in the exact same place. So, be prepared to act swiftly and independently before regrouping as necessary."

He adjusted his monocle once more, his expression unwavering. "This is a test not just of strength but of adaptability. Make sure your teams are ready to move the moment we land. Any questions?"

The bus remained silent for a moment before quiet murmurs of acknowledgment rippled through the group, each Tyrant internalizing the revised strategy. Fang Ren stepped back toward his seat, his commanding presence leaving no doubt that he expected nothing short of excellence.

...

The drones, efficient and swift, completed their task in moments, then retreated silently to the side. The man continued, his gaze sweeping across the crowd.

"These tags ensure that all members of your team are teleported to the same starting location within your academy's area. It will also allow us to track your progress and ensure no one gets lost. These buttons are your lifeline. Tampering with them or losing them will result in disqualification, so guard them carefully. When you enter the portal, you will be transported immediately to your assigned zone. Now, let's begin."

The students straightened, the reality of the competition settling heavily on their shoulders. Anticipation and tension filled the air as academy leaders stepped forward to organize their students. Stay connected through My Virtual Library Empire

"Anbord Mage Academy," the voice called, and the students of AMA moved forward in disciplined rows. Their uniforms shimmered in the light of the portal, a testament to their pride in being part of one of the most prestigious institutions in Antrim City. Ethan and his fellow Tyrants led the charge, their presence commanding as they approached. Harley had joined them on the platform and was currently walking alongside Ethan, drawing a lot of gazes from people.

Behind them, other academies began to line up. Wysteria Magical Academy students adjusted their elegant robes, their demeanor calm but their eyes sharp. Antrim Arcane Academy and Luminari Magic School followed, their students exuding a mix of excitement and determination.

At the rear, Umbra Magic Institute students moved with an air of mystery, their darker uniforms blending with the shadows. The prestigious academies, Everwood Academy, Blackstone Academy, and Ravenswood School of Magic displayed an unspoken confidence, their students prepared for battle.

Finally, the public academies—Antrim City Academy, Silvermist Academy, Oakwood Magical Institute, and Stormwind Academy—stepped forward, their students eager to prove themselves despite being underdogs in the competition.

One by one, the teams began to step into the portal.

As AMA's first team approached, their glowing tags synchronized in a brief flash of light. The portal roared to life, a swirling vortex of energy pulling them in. With a faint shimmer, they disappeared, transported into the unknown depths of the labyrinth.

"Next!" the man commanded, and the process repeated. Wysteria Magical Academy students were next, followed by Antrim Arcane Academy, each team entering the portal with the same dazzling effect.

The crowd thinned as the academies were called in turn, the atmosphere buzzing with excitement and nervous energy.

Finally, the last academy stepped forward, their students bearing determined expressions.

As the final team vanished into the portal, the swirling vortex began to shift, its energy stabilizing after the last group. The man hovering above the ground let out a small breath, his glowing horns dimming slightly as he turned to the other staff monitoring the operation.

"Let's see how they fare," he murmured, his pink eyes glinting with a mixture of curiosity and something far darker.

...

"Everything is going according to plan."

"Good. The fall of Anbord is just starting."