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.
Hereafter, they won’t be able to do anything.” I gave him a curt nod, acknowledging his resolve.
The tension in the room was palpable, but there was no time to dwell on it.
“Where’s the Teacher?” I asked, needing to shift my focus.
When Jonathan informed me that he was in his study room, I turned without another word and made my way there.
As I left, I caught a glimpse of Jonathan’s eyes-sharp and flickering with barely contained frustration.
He was thinking, no doubt, that the Federation’s forces were making a grave mistake by underestimating Master Lowell.
Jonathan believed that unless they were taught a harsh lesson, these provocations would continue.
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.
I arrived at the study room and pushed open the heavy wooden door.
Inside, the room was dimly lit by the soft glow of ancient lamps.
The scent of old books and ink filled the air, adding to the scholarly atmosphere that always surrounded the Teacher.
Master Lowell was seated behind a massive desk, surrounded by scrolls and tomes that likely held more secrets than I could imagine.
“Have you completed your mission?” His voice was steady, though his gaze held a weight of expectation.
I nodded in response.
“Yes, Teacher,” I said, but my mind was already on another matter.
“Teacher, is there any news regarding the Top List Competition conducted by Star University?” I asked, my voice betraying a hint of urgency.
Lowell, who had been casually leaning back in his chair, suddenly sat upright.
His eyebrows shot up, clearly surprised by the question.
“Are you talking about the SSS-ELITE Rank competition?” he asked, his tone more serious now.
“Yes,” I confirmed, maintaining a solemn expression.
“I’ve heard rumors that the competition will be held next month.” Lowell’s face darkened slightly.
He leaned back again, but his mind was clearly racing.
After a moment of silence, he shook his head.
“You should focus on accumulating experience first,” he advised, his voice calm but firm.
“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.
The information about the competition was sensitive, confidential even-details likely reserved for those ranked above the Black Mark Warrior.
As a Silver Mark Warrior, I wasn’t privy to the full scope of what was happening in the upper tiers.
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.
The chaos in the higher regions-Tier-4 and beyond-was becoming more opaque with each passing day.
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Even within the Tier-5 Region, the inner post region, information was filtered and controlled.
Lowell’s gaze drifted for a moment, as though recalling something troubling.
Perhaps the spatial crack that had allowed those monstrous entities to breach our region still weighed on his mind.
It was a mystery that neither of us fully understood.
What were those monsters?
How had they managed to reach us?
Even now, the answers remained frustratingly out of reach.
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.
Seeing this, I sighed inwardly, realizing I had let my impatience get the better of me.
Perhaps I was frustrated too.
The uncertainty, the constant pressure, and the weight of the expectations on my shoulders-it was all beginning to wear me down.
I knew I needed to center myself.
The thoughts swirling in my mind, the anxious speculations, were all distractions.
I closed my eyes briefly, taking a deep breath to push away the unnecessary clutter in my head.
Focus.
I needed to focus.
Opening my eyes again, I decided to shift the conversation.
“Teacher,” I began, my voice steadier now, “what about my training?
Is there anything more I should work on?” Lowell snapped back from his reverie, regarding me thoughtfully.
His answer, however, was a measured one, providing me with just enough to ponder but not enough to overwhelm me.
The conversation flowed more easily after that, as we discussed various techniques and strategies I needed to hone.
Time passed without either of us noticing, the atmosphere lighter now that the tension had dissipated.
After half an hour, I excused myself and left Lowell Castle, the weight of our conversation still lingering in my mind.
The cool evening breeze brushed against my skin as I made my way back toward the Headquarters, my steps quiet on the cobblestone path.
The journey, though short, gave me time to reflect.
I had much to work on, not just in terms of skill, but also my mindset.
I needed to be sharper, more focused.
Arriving at the Headquarters, I stepped through the large double doors and into the familiar building.
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.
I made my way to the mission counter and handed over my report.
The clerk quickly processed it, handing me the rewards without much fanfare.
I pocketed them, offering a brief nod of thanks before turning to leave.
The lobby buzzed with quiet activity, but I paid it no mind.
I was focused on one thing: getting back to my room.
I walked toward the elevator and pressed the button, feeling a slight twinge of exhaustion beginning to set in.
“Creak!” The lift doors slid open with a metallic groan, and I stepped inside, pressing the button for my floor.
The soft hum of the elevator rising was oddly soothing, a brief moment of stillness in an otherwise chaotic day.
When the doors opened again, I stepped out onto my floor, the corridor stretching out before me.
My room was just down the hall.
The familiar sight of the door brought a small sense of relief.
I entered my room, the soft click of the door shutting behind me offering a brief respite from the world outside.
Finally alone, I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding.
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