Chapter 615(END) - Chapter 615: Chapter 551 I, Fischer (2/2)

“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)