From Secret Clan to the Divine Dynasty

(Correction: An error in an earlier part of the text, Chris is Moter’s great-grandfather, not his grandfather.)

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A part of Karl’s consciousness was in the sky, silently staring down below.

Moter.

The soul of that young man was in fact Lucius, who had passed away many years earlier.

His choice was starkly different from Byrne’s. After Lucius’s soul was activated, he resolutely decided to live another life, not wishing for eternal peace but yearning to return to the mortal world for a fresh start.

Karl respected his decision.

The Fischer family had done so much for him, and yet there were people who chose to return to service rather than retire completely, of course, there was no reason not to support that.

Lucius, reborn, received enhancements in various aspects and was born with the destiny’s trajectory of a “Rewriter.”

It was a very powerful destiny trajectory because any theoretically replicable technique or ability he had seen could be wielded once more.

Many swordsmanship instructors spent decades mastering their craft, yet Moter could grasp it after a single viewing and rapidly excel… Though reaching the level of a Sword Master still required long and arduous practice and experience, any skills supported by his “hardware” that he observed once could be quickly mastered to a small degree.

Of course, because he lacked magical talent and specific bloodline powers, most extraordinary powers were impossible for him to replicate.

Yet, at just twelve years old, Moter was already nearing masterful levels in swordsmanship. Below the rank of Sword Master, purely in terms of technique, he proved an exceedingly rare adversary.

Moreover, from a young age, Moter had been a person of calm maturity and flexibility of mind, much like in his previous life. Only now, he had not yet developed that lazy demeanor of the former Lucius and, lacking in experience, occasionally fell short in judgment.

There was one particularly peculiar thing… in this lifetime, Moter had developed a fondness for music and opera, an interest the former Lucius did not possess.

This change occurred because, within Nasir City of this generation, there was a top-tier opera house, and since he was five or six, his father, Prince Arte, often took him there. Over time, he fell in love with operas and a variety of music.

“Lucius, Moter, they are the same person. Although their core personalities haven’t changed, interests and hobbies among other minor details are still very different from his previous life.”

“Moreover, based on other reincarnated individuals, if later life experiences differ greatly, it’s likely that adult personalities will also diverge significantly.”

Karl thought silently.

Even if the personalities across two lifetimes of the same soul varied, he still believed they were the same person… Differences in personality are normal, after all, even for any average person; the character trait differences from twenty to thirty years ago and twenty to thirty years hence can never be completely the same. It’s a common occurrence for experiences to alter parts of a personality.

“Within Bohr City lies a strong fluctuation of spiritual power… Most likely, it’s some sort of powerful single-digit Forbidden rare artifact, but something feels off…”

“Like an oil lamp, its powers seem incomplete, almost as if it’s in a situation similar to mine… I see, a single-digit Forbidden rare artifact that has been sealed.”

He pondered deeply.

That sealed single-digit Forbidden rare artifact was of great importance to him.

“The Fischer family will obtain it.”

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After the opera concluded, amidst the adulation and amorous words of many distinguished gentry, a smiling Elena returned to Locke Manor, the largest estate in the city. With Count Locke away, she was essentially the mistress of the grand estate.

Soon, attended by maids in dressing room number seven, she changed her clothes; her smile then faded as she calmly proceeded to her own room.

The room was engulfed in night; she did not light the gaslamp.

And there, already waiting for a long time, was an envoy dressed in black, wearing the Eye of the Raven mask. He was one of the Raven’s officers, now a subordinate of the Great Prince Arsh.

His silent presence in the dark cast an intangible pressure on Elena; the man was shrouded in mystery, someone who had been in close contact with members of the Fischer family!

“Envoy, please give your orders.”

“The Blood Moon is acting within Bohr City’s range, the family needs your cooperation to investigate. Then, there’s a second matter… The person in this portrait needs to be monitored, it is a direct command from Prince Arsh.”

“Yes, I understand.”

Elena’s heart raced with excitement. To receive a direct order from Prince Arsh himself, this was no minor matter.

“May I ask, who exactly is he?”

The envoy’s voice deepened as he continued, “Do not ask questions about things you do not need to know. Just monitor him and report back.”

“I understand!” Elena immediately responded.

Deep within the Locke family’s manor, a secret entrance protected by ancient spells was hidden, cleverly disguised as an ordinary stone wall. Only those who knew the specific incantations could unveil the disguise, revealing the special staircase leading to the basement.

Along the staircase, faintly glowing runes seemed to act as guarding forces, while the air was filled with an ancient and mysterious aura.

In the center of the basement stood a long table made from an unknown wood, its surface smooth as a mirror, reflecting the flickering lights and shadows around it.

Seated around the table were a multitude of mysterious individuals cloaked in white robes. Their garments were pristine and embroidered with intricate patterns in gold at the edges. Each person’s face was covered with a translucent veil, only exposing deep and focused eyes that revealed a wisdom and composure transcending mere mortals.

The air was permeated with the faint scent of lavender. These mysterious individuals were actually part of a secret organization known as the “Shadow Moon Council.” At this moment, they were engaged in a critically important meeting.

“Let’s begin.”

An elderly man with eyes twinkling with wisdom stood up, gently waved the scepter in his hand, and soft light coalesced in the air forming image after image.

“Recently, there’s been unusual activity from heretical cults in Bohr City and the nearby towns and villages. It’s very likely the work of the ‘Blood Moon,’ a cult that worships an otherworldly god.”

“A total of nineteen people have perished, all drained of blood under the moonlight, and indeed there is an otherworldly god symbolizing the moon…”

“Their exact purpose remains unclear, but it certainly bodes no good. We should report this matter to the ‘High Position Family.’ Our power alone may not be enough to defeat them.”

During the meeting, soft glimmers of light were occasionally released, indicating their secret exchanges and discussions. Although the outside world knew nothing about them, each person in this basement was an Extraordinary Exponent.

And they practically controlled most of the institutions in Bohr City. These people and their subordinates had thoroughly infiltrated all sectors of society. Without a doubt, the “Shadow Moon Council” was the most powerful force in this city!

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Amongst the shadowed ranks of the “Shadow Moon Council,” none was more noteworthy than the enigmatic leader in white—a woman known as Lady Xianyue.

As the old man spoke, Lady Xianyue listened intently at the head of the table, silent.

She was not only the intellectual core of the organization but also the undying light in all the members’ hearts.

However, no one within the Shadow Moon Council knew that Lady Xianyue’s true identity was Elena Locke. Everyone thought that the young lady in the manor was merely a student of Lady Xianyue.

Elena wore a white robe woven from moonlight satin, embroidered with silver constellations and crescent moon designs. When she moved, these patterns seemed to come to life, sparkling with mysterious light in the dimness.

“Hear me, this matter is of great importance.”

Her features were gently obscured by a veil as thin as a cicada’s wing. Her voice, soothing yet powerful, sounded like a heavenly melody from antiquity, instantly calming all clamor in the meeting room and immersing every member in her words.

“I have received an order from the envoy of the High Position Family.”

“What?”

“You mean, the envoy!”

Her words struck like a bolt from the blue, leaving everyone present stunned!

They all knew who Lady Xianyue referred to as the envoy—an individual from the massive entity that controlled the Shadow Moon Council, the behemoth from the East of the Ouden Continent, a presence that struck terror into countless Extraordinary Exponents.

The “High Position Family” on people’s lips—the renowned Fischer family!

The last time such a colossal entity’s envoy had come was over a decade ago. It was then that Lady Xianyue and two fortunate individuals were chosen and, after passing a test, became… Blood Receivers of the Dawn Church!

Compared to regular Extraordinary Exponents, the Blood Receivers possessed even more powerful strength. What an enviable reward!

It was without doubt that the three who knew of the Dawn Church’s existence and had the privilege to pray to the Great Lord of the Lost were the core of the “Shadow Moon Council,” their position towering above those of the ordinary Extraordinary Exponents.

Elena nodded gravely and continued, “Yes, I met with the envoy of the High Position Family. They have tasked us with investigating the Blood Moon, and, in addition, keeping an eye on someone… a young outsider.”

“An outsider?” Everyone was slightly taken aback, then Elena took out a moving portrait featuring a blue-haired, Black Eye-Pupil gentleman.

“Yes, him. He’s very important!” she said, looking at the youth in the portrait and inhaling sharply.

Who could this young man be, closely watched even by the High Position Family? Could he be a powerful Monarch expert, or perhaps some kind of mysterious, strange incarnation?

Elena did not know. All she knew was that she must obey the orders passed down by the envoy.

In the East of the Ouden Continent, the Fischer family acted as proxies for the Great Lord of the Lost. Their actions could change nations, and their words were a powerful will that absolutely had to be obeyed!