Chapter 433 - Chapter 433: Chapter 410 "Big Boss" Moore (2/2)

But Moore knew that the Dagger Brotherhood had reached its end.

Because he had been ordered not to expand any further.

Next, the Fischer family would gradually address the various issues at the bottom of Cyart society, and Christine had already asserted at the family meeting that once all the dark aspects of Cyart were resolved, there would no longer be a need for so many gang members.

“Sigh.”

Moore had long anticipated this day, only he did not know when it would actually arrive.

Without a doubt, in the new layout of Cyart that Christine had planned, there was no place for a large gang presence.

The deaths of his two younger brothers in the war had caused Moore immense pain deep in his heart, and it took a long time for him to recover.

Luckily, they left behind five descendants, four of whom had joined the Dawn Church as Proselytes and had become his right-hand men.

In recent years, Moore had also been protecting someone else.

His mother’s transmigrator… Carol.

It was a matter that anyone would find odd, and when he discovered that woman was the soul reincarnation of his mother, Moore could only feel extremely astonished, and even incredulous, to the point of losing sleep for several nights.

However, Lilian had told him it was an undeniable fact.

So, was the transmigrator of his mother still her?

That question filled Moore with confusion as he kept observing the woman named Carol.

He quickly noticed that in appearance and many habits, she bore a natural resemblance to his mother, but there were also many differences; the two seemed like sisters who were similar yet distinct.

However, no matter how others saw it, at least in the depths of Moore’s heart, that woman was not his once important mother.

No matter what, Moore would not get close to her, or even wish to speak much with her, yet he would do his utmost to protect that woman.

The promotion ceremony for the “Spirit of Sanctuary” required him to protect three people with the same principles as his own, and then help them continue adhering to their own standards.

So Moore, who had known the content of the ceremony for many years, began searching long ago and found more than a dozen young people who strictly followed the gang’s rules, allowing the three most outstanding among them to join the Dawn Church.

And Moore knew that as long as he could protect them through a series of dangers, he could complete the promotion.

However, he ultimately failed.

The reason for the failure of the promotion ceremony was simple: one of the excellent young men had entered the Spirit Realm unconsciously in a dream and unfortunately perished.

By the time he awoke, he had turned into a lunatic who could only shout “Andersen”!

The young man’s entry into the Spirit Realm was completely accidental, something no one could have anticipated, and everything was ruined due to that accident!

The backlash of Spiritual Power caused by the failure of the promotion ceremony instantly harmed Moore’s soul, almost causing him to die!

Everyone felt sorry for the young man and regretted Moore’s failure to be promoted, with many believing that his time was running out and that he would likely not succeed in advancing.

“Is my time not enough?”

Moore slowly closed his eyes, recalling all that had happened over the decades, how Yeager, whom he had always been at odds with, had succeeded, but he himself was likely to die.

Having come this far, he was exhausted, and perhaps it would also be… to completely give up right here.

No…

He did not want to give up.

The torrential rain continued to pour.

His hands clasped behind him, he exuded an implicit leadership quality, a composure and decisiveness unique to someone who had been through the test of time and numerous life-and-death situations.

The noise of the outside world contrasted sharply with the tranquility in his heart, but like the raging storm around him, Moore’s thoughts were turbulent, each deep breath an inaudible conversation with himself, reflecting on the past, present, and future.

Still, he did not want to give up!

Eventually, Moore clenched his fists and reopened his eyes.

The man with snow-white hair decided not to give up but to start over and try the promotion ceremony for the “Spirit of Sanctuary” once again!

A few days later, Moore began scouting for outstanding young people again, and even found Archer, the holder of the “Origin Spirit sea,” to inquire about how many years he had left to live.