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."

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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.

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Fleets of buses approached, forming neat lines, landing with precision on designated slots. Students from every academy began pouring out, their colorful uniforms creating a vivid tapestry of magic and power.

The air was alive with tension and excitement as the crowd gathered near the platform of the Teleportation Nexus, where a massive portal—swirling with green and silver energy—awaited to transport them into the Labyrinth Grove.

The outing had officially begun.

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Before the massive portal stood a man, hovering effortlessly a few inches above the ground. He was dressed in a sleek grey high-collared shirt, paired with fitted black trousers and polished black boots. His long, dark blue hair flowed gently in the cool, ethereal breeze emanating from the swirling portal behind him.

His peculiar pink eyes, sharp and unyielding, swept over the gathered students with a gaze that carried both authority and detachment, sending a chill down their spines. The red horns adorning his forehead glimmered faintly, their glow pulsing rhythmically against the backdrop of the portal’s radiant energy.

The aura he exuded was palpable—an overwhelming blend of command and mystique that silenced the murmurs among the crowd. His very presence demanded respect and awe, leaving the students instinctively still as though the weight of his power alone pressed them into quiet obedience.

"Alright! Listen up, everyone!" he began, his voice cutting through the air with clarity and authority, instantly commanding the attention of the students. "There have been some important updates to the outing this year, and I want everyone to pay close attention.

"As many of you might already know, the usual unofficial competition between the academies has been formalized this time. It’s no longer just about exploration—it’s a competition. Your leaders will guide you further once you arrive, but here’s what you need to know for now.

"The primary objective of this competition is straightforward: secure as many kills as possible. The labyrinth is teeming with beasts ranging from Bronze to Gold rank, so there will be plenty of opportunities to test your strength. Beyond that, there are hidden items scattered throughout the labyrinth. These items are protected by packs of beasts, and each hidden item is worth 500 points. The points earned from these items will be attributed to the academy of the students who discover them.

"Additionally, there will be selections for MVPs—one from each academy. The MVP of this outing will secure an extra 2,000 points for their academy. At the end of the outing, the academy with the highest total points will be crowned the best academy in Antrim City and will represent the city in the upcoming student exchange program against other cities.

"Now, here’s how things will proceed. The portal will teleport you randomly, but each academy will be assigned a specific area in the labyrinth. These areas are vast—comparable in size to an entire city—so gathering all academy members in one spot will be challenging, if not impossible. This is where your teams come into play. Each team will be teleported to a designated area within your academy’s zone.

"Be aware that crossing into areas designated for other academies is allowed, but if you enter another academy’s zone, conflict is permitted within the rules—provided it does not result in killing. However, any violence leading to death or murder will result in immediate and severe consequences.

"This outing will last one month. Throughout this time, you will be monitored closely. There will also be a hidden observer among you, someone who will ensure all rules are followed. Communication devices specific to this outing will be provided since your standard devices will not function within the labyrinth.

"Finally, always remember this labyrinth is as dangerous as it is vast. Losing your way is a real possibility, so stick to your teams and remain vigilant. Follow the rules, work together, and most importantly, stay alive.

"The outing officially begins now. May the best academy emerge victorious!" the man finished to a loud cheers and applauses.

True to his words, small, spherical drones descended from the sky, their mechanical hum faint yet purposeful. Each drone hovered momentarily in front of a student before smoothly attaching a small, glowing button onto their uniform or armor. The buttons emitted a faint, pulsating light, each glowing in colors unique to their team. A holographic display briefly shimmered above the button, revealing the team’s designated tag, ensuring every member could confirm their group.

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 novelbuddy

"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.

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"Everything is going according to plan."

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