From Secret Clan to the Divine Dynasty

In the nightclub, ravaged by a blood-colored fog and engulfed in madness, the blue-haired masked youth arrived like an unexpected breeze, cutting through the chaos and clamor.

His eyes, peering through the slits of his mask, flashed with an all-seeing light; he had foreseen the calamity that was descending upon them.

“The Blood Moon, huh?”

Moter’s expression was calm as he stared at the unknown blood-colored flower at the center.

When the blood-colored flower bloomed on the center stage and released its intoxicating fog, he chose not to flee but resolutely stepped into the heart of the mayhem.

Moter moved with steady strides, each step leaving deep marks on the ground.

As he approached the stage, the blood-colored fog seemed to sense a threat, swirling violently, attempting to block his advance.

But the youth did not stop. His Silver Sword shone with a piercing light under the dim lighting, its tip drawing silver arcs through the air, forging a clear path through the fog.

Finally, he stood before the blood-colored flower.

The flower continued to bloom, each petal soaked as if in fresh blood, emanating a heartbeat-accelerating scent.

But Moter showed not a hint of retreat; instead, he held his breath, a steady light twinkling in his eyes. He then swung his sword like lightning, striking the base of the flower with unbelievable speed and precision.

“Clang!”

A crisp sound of metal striking metal rang out as if some invisible force had been severed!

Under the sword’s glow, the blood-colored flower withered instantly, its petals scattering to the ground, and the intoxicating fog dissipated as if it had never existed.

The madness in the crowd slowly subsided, but the youth did not let down his guard.

He knew well that behind everything, there must be a deeper conspiracy.

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Therefore, Moter turned his head to look, having already noticed who among the frenzied crowd weren’t really lost in madness but were only pretending.

Without a doubt, those who feigned madness to kill innocents amidst the chaos were the people of the Blood Moon!

He then began to weave through the crowd, the Silver Sword dancing flexibly in his hands. Each swing was carefully aimed to avoid the innocent and strike directly at those hidden manipulators among the crowd.

Moter’s swordsmanship was so exquisite it was breathtaking, each attack flowing smoothly, both graceful and deadly.

Under his blade, those who tried to manipulate minds and create chaos revealed their true forms, some with throats pierced, others with limbs severed, powerless to do further harm.

“Ah!”

“Damn it!”

In the end, as the last hidden manipulator fell under the glow of the sword, the chaos within the nightclub completely ceased.

As people fully awoke from their madness, they looked around at the mess and the many corpses, screaming and panicking, while some looked at the blue-haired masked youth with eyes filled with awe and gratitude.

“What just happened, I felt like I was going insane!”

“God! What on earth took place!”

“Who is this youth?”

“Don’t know, he’s wearing a mask just like us.”

Moter, however, simply silently sheathed his Silver Sword and turned to leave, casting a lone, resolute silhouette.

Meanwhile, his coachman, Pitch Black, discreetly took away several still-living heretics.

“Interrogate them, Pitch Black,” Moter ordered calmly outside the nightclub after he had left.

——

At the same time, Elena of the Shadow Moon Council was closely monitoring the blue-haired masked youth through intricate Magic Crystals.

She felt an unprecedented shock and amazement as she witnessed the blue-haired youth slash through the mysterious blood-colored flowers with incredible swordsmanship within the blood fog, accurately striking the hidden manipulators amid the crowd, saving people from their madness and despair.

“How… how is this possible?”

She muttered to herself, her voice filled with disbelief.

In Elena’s understanding, the blue-haired youth she was to supervise was just a young man, somewhat special, but surely not capable of such immense power, for the enhancement of Bloodline power required time, and even the most talented individuals would find it hard to reach the Transmutation Level in their early teens!

However, the scene before her completely overturned her understanding!

Elena stared intently at the Magic Crystal as it replayed the scene, afraid of missing any detail.

She saw the blue-haired boy weaving through the chaos with a Silver Sword in his hand, as ethereal as a dancing elf, with each strike precise and lethal, as though no force could stop him.

She even felt that each movement of the blue-haired boy held an indescribable grace and composure, as if he had already seen everything through and was merely toying with those who attempted to challenge him in a game-like manner.

“Who… who is he?”

Elena asked softly, her voice filled with confusion and awe. She realized that the blue-haired boy was no ordinary person; deep secrets and powers must be hidden behind him.

“No wonder that High Position Family ordered surveillance…”

At this moment, she began to reassess the blue-haired boy, realizing that her previous judgment might have been too one-sided and superficial.

“Who are you? Why are you here?”

Suddenly, a voice sounded behind Elena!

Elena was slightly stunned; just as she was about to release some Extraordinary power, she found a Silver Sword already pointed at her neck.

Moter Fischer stood calmly behind her, his eyes completely cold, the youth with a chillingly ruthless intent to kill.

The more he dreamed of those memories belonging to that man, the more mature his mind became, and a bone-chilling killing intent buried deep within his heart.

Elena almost subconsciously felt cold in her hands and feet; since her mother handed the Shadow Moon Council over to her, she had never been so close to real death!

“I…”

She had no idea how to answer; betraying the High Position Family would surely mean certain death for her too!

“Hmm, tell me, why were you spying on me?”

Moter smiled slightly, still with cold eyes, but with a smile, he continued, “If your answer is incorrect, then your head will not continue to stay in the right place.”

—-

In every corner of the city, those grotesquely bewitching blood-red flowers spread rapidly like a plague, silently blooming and releasing enticing blood-red Fog, shrouding the entire city under an ominous shadow.

The city at night was no longer synonymous with hustle and bustle but had become a sea of eeriness and despair.

In the half-darkness of night, the secret heretical cult quietly observed all this.

They wore blood-red robes and half-translucent Masks, revealing only their deep, indifferent eyes, floating in mid-air like silent Specters.

The secret organization was called the “Blood Moon”; they possessed ancient Magic Power and worshipped the “Eternal Moon” of the otherworldly god.

The Eternal Moon.

It too was an otherworldly god who controlled the time of one in the morning.

The Eternal Moon held all the Yin Energy of the universe, corresponding to Primordial Fire, which controlled Yang Energy; most who were bathed in Its moonlight would become crazed and chaotic.

At this moment, the members of the “Blood Moon” organization watched with cold and arrogant postures the chaos and despair they had instigated.

“How is the Blood Fog plan progressing?” a deep, magnetic voice echoed through the night sky, that of the leader of the Blood Moon, a mysterious and powerful Mage.

“Everything is going smoothly, my lord.”

Another voice answered respectfully; he was a high-ranking member of the Blood Moon, monitoring every corner of the city through magical means.

“Good, let the Blood Fog cover the entire city under the moonlight; only when the people sink into the deepest despair will they realize the true value of power,” the leader of the Blood Moon said coldly, his eyes flashing with fanaticism and ambition.

With his order, those blood-red flowers spread throughout the city seemed to receive a Summoning, and they began to release the blood-red Fog even more fiercely, completely enveloping the city.

In the Fog, people began to fall into madness and chaos, their eyes filled with nothing but slaughter and destruction, as if the whole world had plunged into the abyss of the apocalypse.

The people of the Blood Moon coldly watched all this from above, only when the people fell into the deepest despair would they be willing to offer everything to the Eternal Moon and become servants of moonlight.

“Huh, one of the flowers has been destroyed.”

Just then, the person monitoring the situation of the entire city paused, then projected the image into the sky, and everyone saw the unique figure of a blue-haired boy.