Chapter 929: Trouble cos again Chapter 929: Trouble cos again From MC’s Perspective: The body of the second warrior lay lifeless at my feet.
His blood seeped into the dirt, a grim testant to the battle that had just unfolded.
His eyes, once full of life and determination, were now dull and empty.
Without hesitation, I turned my attention to the third warrior.
His movents were sluggish, perhaps from fear or fatigue.
It didn’t matter.
In a swift, fluid motion, I ended him too.
His body crumpled to the ground, joining his fallen comrades.
With the fight over, I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, the weight of what I had done settling in.
The adrenaline that had coursed through my veins monts ago began to ebb, leaving only the cold clarity of survival.
These warriors had been skilled, but not skilled enough.
I couldn’t afford to leave any trace of this skirmish behind.
Carefully, thodically, I erased all signs of the struggle.
The earth, the trees, everything around had to remain untouched by what had just occurred.
Only after ensuring the scene was clean did I turn my attention to the Black Armadillos.
I had been too distracted by the fight to check on them earlier, but now I had the ti.
As I approached the crevices, I could see them – dozens of them, varying in size from small, nimble creatures to the larger, more imposing ones.
Among them was the very Armadillo that had led here, its eyes blinking at with what seed like curiosity, or perhaps recognition.
But sothing was off.
This place, I realized, wasn’t safe for them.
It might have been their ho once, but that ti had passed.
The Vulture Gang’s hunting team had found their way here, and though I had taken care of them for now, it wouldn’t be long before others ca searching.
The Vulture Gang was relentless.
They would notice their missing comrades soon enough, and when they did, they would descend upon this area with fury and vengeance.
The Armadillos would be caught in the crossfire.
I observed the Black Armadillos for a mont longer, and it beca clear: they were already planning their exodus.
The larger ones were restless, the smaller ones clung close to their elders, and there was a collective tension in the air.
They knew it too.
They had to leave.
My mind was made up.
I couldn’t risk the Vulture Gang discovering this place because of the bodies I had left behind.
If these Armadillos were going to have any chance of survival, I needed to dispose of the evidence far from here.
With renewed purpose, I gathered the corpses of the three fallen warriors.
Their weight didn’t slow down, though the burden of what I had done was starting to sink in.
After walking for half a mile through the dense forest, I found a spot that seed fitting.
The ground here was littered with monstrous footprints-monsters of the wild that would likely find the corpses soon enough and devour them.
It was brutal, but necessary.
Once I had dropped the bodies, I wiped my hands on my cloak and turned away without looking back.
The forest would take care of the rest.
Ti slipped by as I made my way back.
An hour later, I returned to the boundary, my senses on high alert for any sign of other hunting teams.
The token I carried allowed to pass through the barrier effortlessly, but the tension in my shoulders remained.
I couldn’t afford to get complacent, not here.
As I moved toward Alpha City, the familiar sight of returning hunting teams ca into view.
They were a motley assortnt, each wearing insignias that marked their allegiance to one gang or another.
Though all of them were technically mbers of the Federation, their gang affiliations were clear from the badges they proudly displayed.
It was a reminder of the fractured alliances that defined this place.
I kept my gaze steady, but I couldn’t help but notice sothing interesting.
Not a single warrior was flying solo.
Every one of them moved in groups, their eyes scanning the horizon for threats.
The fact that I was alone didn’t just catch my attention-it caught theirs too.
I raised an eyebrow at their reactions.
It wasn’t impossible for soone to travel solo to the boundary, but it was rare.
The gangs had a stranglehold on this territory, and most warriors relied on the strength of numbers to survive.
The murmurs began as the hunting teams noticed .
So looked confused, others intrigued.
A lone warrior, moving without a team, was a strange sight indeed.
Their eyes followed , curious, wary.
But the surprise didn’t last long.
As I continued my steady pace, one of them finally recognized my face.
Their expression shifted from curiosity to shock.
They knew who I was.
…
“Hey, isn’t that Zack Lockwood?” a warrior from one of the hunting teams muttered, his eyes narrowing as he recognized my face.
His voice carried just loud enough for his nearby teammates to hear.
“The one who’s been making waves recently?
He’s the core mber’s student, right?” another warrior chid in, sounding both impressed and curious.
At the ntion of core mber their entire group stiffened.
So of the warriors who hadn’t been paying attention now squinted in my direction, their expressions shifting from indifference to shock.
They took a few monts to scrutinize his face, and soon enough, recognition spread across their features.
“What the hell is he doing here?” one of them asked, his voice laced with suspicion.
“I heard he usually sticks to Delta City.
This isn’t the territory of Lowell McClain,” another warrior added, his tone carrying a sharp edge.
This one clearly ca from a faction hostile to core mber Lowell McClain, and the sight of Zack Lockwood here, deep in unfamiliar territory, had caught him off guard.
He exchanged uneasy glances with his teammates, his gaze flickering between them and .
The tension was palpable; his faction had no love for mine, and my presence here only stirred the pot.
They were already on edge, and now they were trying to figure out my angle.
anwhile, warriors from more neutral factions, who had no imdiate stake in the ongoing feud, seed more curious than confrontational.
“He’s probably here because of a mission,” a warrior from a neutral group speculated, shrugging as if my presence was of no real consequence to him.
“The Delta City monster region is small, after all.
You can only get low-level missions there.” At this, several others nodded in agreent.
The logic made sense to them.
Delta City didn’t offer the high-stakes opportunities that Alpha City’s boundary region did.
As long as they were all part of the Federation, crossing into other cities for missions wasn’t unheard of.
In their eyes, he was just another warrior expanding his horizons.
But not everyone was convinced.
A few of the more hostile warriors exchanged glances, their eyes darkening with malice.
They weren’t buying the innocent mission excuse.
I could see it in the way they whispered to one another, huddled close like conspirators.
One of the warriors, his jaw clenched, spoke up with a dangerous glint in his eye.
“Go and block him,” he said, his voice low but commanding.
“He’s on our turf.
It’d be rude not to say hello, wouldn’t it?” His teammates imdiately stiffened, their eyes widening in shock.
They weren’t naive-they knew what this warrior was suggesting, and they knew trouble was brewing.
A few of them shifted uncomfortably, clearly torn between following orders and avoiding an unnecessary confrontation with soone like .
They had heard the rumors, they knew my reputation, and picking a fight with a student of a core mber was a dangerous gamble.
Still, the one who had spoken was persistent, his eyes narrowing as he glared in my direction.
He was clearly spoiling for a fight, eager to test or maybe make a na for himself.
His teammates hesitated, exchanging nervous glances, but the idea of backing down didn’t sit well with them either.
After all, they were part of a gang, and showing weakness wasn’t an option.
..
As I continued my steady pace toward Alpha City, my senses suddenly sharpened.
A familiar tingling sensation crept down my spine-soone was following .
It was subtle at first, the sound of footsteps just a little too close for comfort, but soon it beca undeniable.
I turned my head slightly, just enough to take a glance over my shoulder.
Sure enough, two warriors were heading in my direction.
They weren’t trying to mask their approach, and they weren’t exactly in a rush either.
Their faces held expressions of smug amusent, and as they waved their hands at , gesturing for to stop, I caught the glimr in their eyes-mocking, playful, but with an underlying sense of malice.
Trouble.
The realization hit instantly.
My eyes narrowed, a cold glint flashing as I processed the situation.
These weren’t just any warriors looking to exchange pleasantries.
Their postures, their deanor-it was clear they were looking for sothing else.
Sothing I wasn’t in the mood to give them.
When you’re out here, minding your own business, there’s always soone eager to stir the pot.
I didn’t want any trouble, not today, but it seed that trouble had decided to find .
I exhaled quietly, calming the irritation bubbling up inside .
Picking a fight here, in the open, wasn’t in their best interest, and they knew it.
The Federation didn’t take kindly to public brawls between warriors, especially in areas so close to the city.
They wouldn’t dare attack -not openly, not here.
Still, they wanted to test , to provoke a reaction.
I wasn’t going to give them the satisfaction.
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