From Secret Clan to the Divine Dynasty

Chapter 615: Chapter 551 I, Fischer

Chenxi Calendar, Year 175.

Nasir Seventh University.

Sunlight streamed through the library’s tall, spacious windows, creating a crisscross of light and shadow. The warm rays danced across the neatly arranged bookshelves, and each book appeared to breathe gently in the soft glow, emitting a faint scent of ink.

A silver-haired, handsome youth arrived at the school library and sat down by the window. He opened his silver laptop and, with a frown, began to search for information related to the “Fischer family”.

However, he found nothing.

“It’s impossible, the legends of the Fischer family can’t be fake!”

…

“But why, why can’t I find anything, could it be that I’m looking in the wrong direction? What exactly is going on…”

The young man fell deep into thought. His mother’s belongings had detailed accounts about Fischer.

According to the assertions in her diary, the Cyart Empire, which extended across multiple universes, seemed to be governed by members of the “Eight Hundred People Council,” yet the terrifying Fischer family was the real power ruling everything from behind the scenes.

Even the ‘Four Great Gods Under the Demise Clan’—Divine Sacrifice, Knowledge, Tranquility, and Conquest—worshipped by countless billions of the Cyart people, were actually the first generation of the Fischer family ancestors who had ascended to godhood in human form.

“Even I might be a descendant of this legendary, mysterious family…”

The youth’s heart thudded, his breathing grew heavy; he was both excited and bewildered.

Within his mother’s diary, it was recorded that she had been in love with a significant figure from the Fischer family for several years. Although the two had completely parted ways in the end, he had been conceived as a result.

The reason seemed to be that she possessed the bloodline of a favored clan of an otherworldly god… That brought inevitable conflicts in their standing.

After her death, his mother hoped that he would find members of the Fischer family.

“But I can’t find a single trace, how could this be possible? If they truly once ruled over the entire world step by step, why would they disappear completely from sight?”

“Could it be, as my mother said, that they are indeed so powerful they can hide behind everything, ‘manipulating all, yet never showing themselves’?”

The silver-haired youth was a sophomore at Nasir Seventh University and had been granted the Power of Consecution after successfully entering a “key school” during middle school. Now, he had reached the 3rd Rank on the Path of Knowledge.

By reaching the 4th Rank on the Path of Knowledge, one could earn half of the credits needed and then, after completing other elective courses, graduate smoothly from Nasir Seventh University.

Although if one reached the 5th Rank during university, they could graduate exceptionally, the silver-haired youth knew he lacked the talent for that. The 4th Rank was the lifetime limit for most Blood Receivers, and only the true elites of the Empire could reach the 5th Rank.

For him, changing his own status was an arduous task. If he could truly become a member of that miraculous family, everything would be different!

Yet, after months of fruitless searching, which even impeded his studies, the silver-haired youth was finally at his wit’s end.

He took a deep breath, scratched his head frantically, and exclaimed loudly,

“Argh, if only there really was a Fischer family! Could it be my mom read too much fiction and made up this whole thing?”

“Sigh, I should just review ‘Advanced Magic Application 2’ and then go home for dinner. What a curse this is.”

Studying, attending classes, and walking home from school, the silver-haired youth always felt as if someone was watching him, yet he could never find their presence.

Perhaps it was just an illusion.

But that feeling was disconcerting, as if someone who could control everything, effortlessly manipulating his life and future, was quietly observing him.

And he was like the weakest of animals, utterly powerless to resist.

“It couldn’t possibly be that I have been targeted by that legendary, mysterious family, could it?”

The silver-haired youth felt a shiver down his spine, then laughed and shook his head, murmuring to himself:

“Do they really exist, or is it still unknown? But my life’s predicaments and the hardships of graduation are all too real.”

After returning home to the 375th floor of a building in the parish using the “teleportation station” outside the school, he took a deep breath, and silently entered his mother’s room without a word.

He took out his mother’s diary once again, and his eyes, belonging to the silver-haired youth, were filled with reluctance and tenderness.

“Mom.”

“I will find them for sure, if the Fischers truly exist. They must possess the method to resurrect the dead.”

“Mom, I miss you so much… don’t worry, I will never give up the chance to find them in my lifetime. As long as there is a glimmer of hope, I must bring you back to life!”

The determination in his words was indisputable.

At night, he lay quietly on his bed, his breathing even and deep.

The world at this moment was tranquil, as if the whole world had fallen asleep, except for him, who was experiencing a journey through time and space in his dreams.

In the dream, he found himself in a hazy and ancient setting, surrounded by the glimmering sea and a seaside town with scattered buildings, a faint scent of grass lingering in the air.

“What place is this? A dream, or the Spirit Realm?”

The silver-haired youth seemed to see his ancestors all of a sudden. They were dressed in fine clothes and armor, holding spears and shields, their eyes flashing with resilience and wisdom.

Everyone knelt down and prayed devoutly to a transparent bottle.

Suddenly, calamities struck, and countless people were swept into them.

The ancestors, in order to protect their homeland and loved ones, bravely took up arms and stood on the battlefield, fighting shoulder to shoulder, building an indestructible defense with their flesh and blood.

And the silver-haired youth saw those people fighting, resisting, praying, and conducting Divine Sacrifices!

He saw the paths paved with wisdom and courage by his ancestors for their descendants, the glory and legacy of the family requiring the efforts and sacrifices of each generation.

Advance over the corpses!

The ancestors seemed to communicate with him in a way that transcended language, recounting the splendor and tribulations of the family, passing on the ancient will.

And just as the dream deepened, with emotions and memories intertwining into a series of magnificent pictorial scrolls, the youth suddenly felt an unprecedented sharp pain rising from the bottom of his heart, spreading rapidly through his body.

“Ah!”

He woke up abruptly to find himself lying on the bed, his clothes soaked with sweat, his heartbeat thundering as if he had just struggled out of an endless abyss.

At that moment, the silver-haired youth was startled to discover that a complex and exquisite red seal had emerged on the back of his hand without his knowledge.

This seal, like ancient runes, shimmered with a strange glow as if it contained some unknown power.

“What on earth is this?”

“Why, why did it appear on… wait a minute, my mother mentioned it in her diary… This is the mark of the Demise Clan!”

With the appearance of the red seal, a kind of indescribable call began to echo in the air; the voice was deep and distant, as if it came both from the ancient past and from the whispers of another world.

This calling reverberated in the youth’s ears, becoming clearer and more intense, making him feel an irresistible attraction, as if something important was waiting for him to explore and seek out.

The youth clenched his hand bearing the red seal, his eyes sparkling with determination and curiosity.

He knew from that moment on, his life was destined to be anything but ordinary.

“I am… a Fischer!”

(End of the book)