From Secret Clan to the Divine Dynasty

Time swiftly passed by, and another five years had elapsed. The Cyart people had truly become the dominant power of the East, and in various industries of both Carnia and Vallere, several Dawn believers who had received the Blood of Salvation from the Fischer family had infiltrated their ranks.

In addition to that, in nearly every family of Viscount Level or above, they had recruited at least one or two individuals who “were not endowed with the power of Bloodline and had become the discarded children of their families,” to become Blood Receivers.

The Black Tide began advancing towards nations outside of the East, while the Eye of the Raven spread its surveillance throughout the entire Eastern Four Kingdoms, monitoring any potential dissenters.

The rule of the Fischer family had already struck fear into many, causing numerous nobles who had merely expressed dissatisfaction with them at family banquets to be “visited” by the Eye of the Raven the very next morning.

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The Eastern Four Kingdoms had become a plaything in the hands of the Fischer family.

The term Rhea was formally abolished by the Fischer family, and the original territory of Rhea was divided into three distinctly different provinces, becoming an integral part of the Cyart Kingdom.

Christine, considering various factors, divided the eastern part of Rhea into the “Blue Diamond Province,” while the central and northwest parts became the “Platinum Province.” The remaining southwest area was named…

“Moonlight.”

In the southwestern part of Rhea, in the Moonlight Province, there was a city, not particularly large, known as Bohr City, famous for its local fruits and wines.

Bohr City had finally opened a railway, establishing a modest train station. This railway passed through Bohr City and directly connected Vallere and Cyart.

Everyone knew that with the advent of the railway, the small city of Bohr would flourish.

In the fifteen years since the war ended, the Reforging Church had updated the dissemination of technology. Interestingly enough, despite Cyart becoming their sworn enemy, the Reforging Church unlike the Salvation Church didn’t withdraw its priests and bishops. Instead, they rapidly resumed cooperation with the Cyart people…

They had only one purpose, and that was to freely spread the various technologies introduced in the Divine Oracle of the God of Reforging.

Over the decades, scientific development in the Claud World scaled and matured remarkably, propelling disciplines such as thermodynamics, optics, electromagnetism, chemistry, geology, and biology, each reaching major breakthroughs and entering a phase of theoretical integration. New theories and doctrines sprouted like bamboo shoots after rain.

On the stone-paved streets of Bohr City, the sounds of horseshoes and carriage wheels gradually ceased as a lavishly decorated black carriage came to a slow halt in front of an exquisite antique shop.

The carriage gleamed with a polished shine, detailed with fine copper ornaments, signifying the extraordinary status of its owner.

The carriage door gently swung open, and an elegantly dressed youth stepped out. His stride was confident, carrying a poise beyond his years, his hair as white as snow, exuding a charm that seemed otherworldly.

“I hope I can find some useful clues in this town, so it won’t be a wasted trip.”

He adjusted his clothes lightly, his gaze sweeping across the surrounding buildings as a faint smile crept across his lips, seemingly familiar with yet intrigued by this world.

Moter had been having dreams frequently lately.

He would dream of another person, a middle-aged man in armor, settling in a harbor town with two children and an infant…

He dreamt of that man fighting as a mercenary, of that man’s fear of the black dragon, and of that man’s love and hate…

Without a doubt, that was a man of formidable strength, and Moter’s dreams seemed to go backwards in time, with the man getting younger and younger.

For reasons unknown, Moter Fischer had been constantly dreaming of that mysterious middle-aged man.

He didn’t know who the mysterious man was, but every time he dreamt of him, his Power of Consecution would grow significantly.

From Moter’s generation, members of the Fischer family would receive the Power of Consecution at the age of five. Now, at twelve, with his strong talent and those dreams, Moter had already reached the Sword Brandisher of the 3rd Rank on the Path of Conquest, and was only a step away from becoming a “Commander.”

At merely twelve years old, Moter possessed the mighty strength of a low-level Transmutation Extraordinary Exponent, which undoubtedly would astonish any outsider.

His rate of progress was near impossible.

However, Moter was actually stronger than a low-level Transmutation Extraordinary Exponent.

For he also possessed Destiny’s Trajectory “Rewriter” and the rune power of the “Emerald Ring,” along with the potent Divine Blood “Blood of Salvation,” and even his Bloodline power had reached the low-level Transmutation rank.

Moter always carried several Alchemy Items and Magic Food, and should he ever engage in combat, dozens of Dawn believers would immediately provide sustenance with their “household management” abilities.

Deep inside, Moter felt that even a Middle Rank Transmutation Extraordinary Exponent was nothing remarkable and that he could likely contend with any Extraordinary Exponent below the Monarch Level.

He wasn’t being arrogant, but rather analyzing realistically.

Two years earlier, Moter began dueling with the powerful members of his family, and astonishingly found that he even had to hold back when fighting with mid-level Extraordinary Exponents.

“Members of the Fischer family are inherently superior; we just need more accumulation and development before we can reach even higher levels… That said, my current strength is also built upon the efforts of generations before me.”

Nowadays, almost everyone on the Ouden Continent knew that the lofty Fischer family were the supreme rulers of the East on the continent; they had submitted to the mighty Lorne Empire in exchange for unrivaled power in the East!

Duke Darren Fischer remained a nobleman of duke stature, yet everyone knew that he, in fact, wielded power much greater than that of Queen Siyate, and because of excessive bloodshed, many would secretly call him “the Calamity of the East Coast,” “the Demon Lord of Cyart.”

Moter nodded, and the young man wearing the black mask, “Pitch Black,” entered the antiquity shop as a coachman, only to emerge after a while and shake his head with a hoarse voice,

“No, not here.”

Moter nodded in response, showing no sign of disappointment or dejection, simply calmly accepting the situation, “I see, what a pity… That will be all for today, as I have important matters to attend to.”

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Dusk descended.

The grand and magnificent opera house shone even more brilliantly in the night, its golden dome glittering enchantingly under the moonlight.

In front of the opera house, a carriage decorated with elegance slowly came to a halt,

The curtain of the carriage was lightly lifted, and a young man dressed in an exquisite evening suit stuck his head out, gently jumping down from the carriage, his shoes tapping on the stone pavement.

Moter stood in front of the opera house, looking up at the towering building, his face revealing genuine admiration.

“Bohr City, aside from its fruits and wine, this opera house is what the city is most famous for.”

He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, as if to take in all the artistic essence that pervaded the air.

Then, Moter slowly opened his eyes, with the strains of song from within the opera house reaching his ears, at times soaring and powerful, at other times gently entwining, as if carrying him into a world full of fantasy and passion.

The young man’s face showed a look of intoxication, he slightly tilted his head, carefully listening to every note, every melody, his fingers gently moving through the air, as if dancing gracefully to the rhythm of the music.

The interior of the opera house was brightly lit, and in the center of the stage, a delicate fountain flowed gradually, surrounded by carefully pruned flower beds and lifelike sculptures.

The exquisitely beautiful actress slowly made her entrance, instantly becoming the focus of everyone present in just a moment.

Her features were as fine as a painting, her eyes deep and emotive, as if piercing through time and space, striking directly at the audience’s hearts.

“Lalalala…”

The voice of the actress was clear and penetrating, with each note rich in emotion, fully capturing the love, hate, joys, and sorrows of the opera.

The audience below began to discuss.

“Is that girl Miss Elena, the daughter of Count Locke? Her singing is simply divine! It’s just too perfect!”

“Yes, Miss Elena is a preeminent figure in this city, the most beloved daughter of Count Locke… It’s just a pity she doesn’t possess the power of Bloodline, unable to inherit the Locke family.”

“What a shame, such a person not having the power of Bloodline… It’s a pity, it’s like ‘perfection’ missing its most crucial component.”

Elena seemed to hear the whispers, frowning slightly, unnoticed.

The audience was deeply captivated by Elena’s performance, they held their breath and gazed intently, afraid to miss any detail of the opera.

As she reached the climax of the song, the entire opera house audience rose to their feet, with thunderous applause and cheers erupting, many with tears glistening in their eyes.

As the opera ended, Elena slowly walked off the stage, expressing her sincerest gratitude to the audience.

“Thank you all…”

She proudly flashed a smile, lifting her head to look at everyone present, and at that moment, every one of them was looking at her.

Nearly every person was mesmerized by her, Elena was the city’s most popular person, with all the nobles and celebrities holding her up as a goddess!

The young man outside the opera house slowly opened his eyes, his eyes sparkling with love and longing for art, he turned to the coachman, and nodded gently, indicating that he was ready.

Then Moter took another deep look at the resplendent opera house before turning and heading toward the carriage.

“The clue to that single-digit Forbidden rare artifact is according to the prophecy, within this city.”

“If we can obtain it, presumably Grandfather Chris would have a greater chance to advance to the Eighth Tier.”

“We must find it before anyone else does… It’s said that a heretical cult called ‘Blood Moon’ has also infiltrated this city.”