Tantric family to divine dynasty

Chapter 551 I, Fisher

The Dawn Calendar is one hundred and seventy-five years old.

Nasir VII University.

The sunlight shines through the tall and spacious windows of the library, casting interlaced light and shadows. The warm light dances on the neatly arranged bookshelves. Every book breathes gently in the dim light, exuding a faint scent of ink.

A handsome silver-haired boy came to the school library, sat down by the window, opened his silver laptop, frowned, and began to search for matters related to the "Fischer Family".

However, nothing was found.

"Impossible, the legend of the Fisher family cannot be false!"

"But why, why can't I find anything? Is it because I'm going in the wrong direction? What's going on..."

The boy fell into deep thought. His mother's belongings contained detailed records of everything about Fischer.

According to the diary she left behind, the Syat Empire, which extends to multiple universes, appears to be governed by members of the "Parliament of Eight Hundred", but the real mastermind behind everything is the terrifying Fisher family.

Even the 'Four Great Gods of the End' believed in by hundreds of billions of Siat people, Sacrifice, Knowledge, Tranquility and Conquest, were actually the first ancestors of the Fisher family who ascended to gods in mortal bodies.

"Even I might be a descendant of this legendary mysterious family..."

The boy's heart was pounding, his breathing was heavy, he felt a little excited, but also a little confused.

According to the records in my mother's diary, she had been in love with a big shot in Fischer for several years. Although the two of them finally separated completely, I became pregnant because of this.

The reason seems to be that she has the blood of another clan of the God of Otherworldly Destiny... and if that happens, there will be a conflict in the positions of both parties.

My mother hoped that after her death, she would be able to find members of the Fischer family.

"But there is absolutely no trace. How is this possible? If they really ruled the world step by step, why did they completely disappear from people's sight?"

"Could it be that it's really like what my mother said, that they are so powerful that they can hide behind everything, 'control everything, but never show up in front of people'?"

The silver-haired boy is a sophomore at Nasir Seventh University. He was successfully admitted to a "key school" in junior high school and was awarded sequence power. Now he has reached the third step on the road of knowledge.

As long as he could step onto the fourth step of the road to knowledge, he could get half of the credits, and then complete other elective courses, then he could successfully graduate from Nasir University 7.

Although, if one could reach the fifth step during college, then he could graduate directly as an exception, but the silver-haired boy knew that he did not have that talent. The fourth step was the end of life for most blood recipients, and those who could reach the fifth step were the true elites of the empire.

For him, it is very difficult to change his own class. If he can really become a member of that magical family, everything will be completely different!
However, after searching for several months, the silver-haired boy still found nothing, and even his studies were delayed a lot. At this time, he finally couldn't stand it anymore.

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

"Aaaaaaah, if only there really was a Fisher family! Could it be that my mom has read too many novels and made up this thing?"

"Oh, I should review Advanced Magic Application II and then go home to eat. This is such a sin."

While reviewing, attending classes, and on the way home from school, the silver-haired boy always felt that someone was staring at him, but he could never find the other person.

Maybe it's just an illusion.

But that feeling made him feel uneasy, as if there was someone who could control everything, who could easily manipulate his life, death and future, and was staring at him quietly.

He was like the weakest animal, completely unable to resist.

"It can't be that I have been targeted by that legendary mysterious family, right?"

The silver-haired boy was a little creepy, but then he smiled and shook his head, muttering to himself:

"Whether they really exist is still unknown? But my life difficulties and the difficulties in graduation are real." Through the teleportation spell of the "teleportation station" outside the school, he returned to his home on the 375th floor of a building in the parish. He let out a long sigh and came to his mother's room in silence.

Taking out his mother's diary again, the silver-haired boy's eyes were filled with reluctance and tenderness.

"mom."

"I, I will definitely find them. If Fisher really exists, they must have a way to revive the dead."

"Mom, I really miss you... Don't worry, I will never give up the chance to find them in my lifetime. As long as there is a slight chance, I will definitely let you be reborn!"

The firmness in his words was unquestionable.

At night, he lay quietly in bed, breathing evenly and deeply.

The world was quiet at this moment, as if the whole world had fallen asleep, and only he was experiencing a dream journey through time and space.

In his dream, he was in a hazy and ancient scene, surrounded by the sparkling sea and a seaside town with staggered buildings, and the air was filled with the faint scent of grass.

"Where is this place? A dream world, or a spirit world?"

The silver-haired young man suddenly seemed to see his ancestors. They were dressed in gorgeous clothes, armor and holding spears, and there was a flash of indomitable spirit and wisdom in each of their eyes.

Everyone knelt down and prayed devoutly to a transparent bottle.

Suddenly, all kinds of disasters occurred and countless people were involved.

In order to protect their homes and loved ones, our ancestors took up weapons and bravely stood on the battlefield, fighting side by side and building an indestructible line of defense with their flesh and blood.

The silver-haired boy saw those people fighting, protesting, praying, and offering sacrifices!

He saw the road that his ancestors had paved for future generations with their wisdom and courage, and that the family's glory and inheritance required the efforts and contributions of every generation.

Go ahead, step over the corpses!
The ancestors seemed to be communicating with him in a way beyond words, telling him about the family's glory and suffering and passing on the ancient will.

Just as the dream deepened and emotions and memories intertwined into magnificent pictures, the boy suddenly felt an unprecedented pain rising from the bottom of his heart and quickly spreading throughout his body.

"what!"

He woke up suddenly and found himself lying on the bed, his clothes soaked with sweat and his heart beating like a drum, as if he had just struggled out of an endless abyss.

At this moment, the silver-haired boy was surprised to find that a complex and delicate red brand had appeared on the back of his hand.

This mark is like an ancient rune, flashing with strange light, as if it contains some unknown power.

"What on earth is this?"

"Why, why did it appear here...wait a minute, my mother's records mentioned it...this is proof of the End Clan!"

With the appearance of the red mark, an indescribable calling sound began to echo in the air. The voice was low and distant, like a call from ancient times, or a whisper from another world.

The call echoed in the boy's ears, becoming clearer and stronger, making him feel an irresistible attraction, as if something important was waiting for him to explore and find.

The boy tightly grasped the hand with the red mark, his eyes flashing with determination and curiosity.

He knew that from this moment on, his future life would no longer be ordinary.

"I am...Fischer!"

(End of this chapter)