From Secret Clan to the Divine Dynasty-Chapter 512 - 480 Illusion Night Dreams

In a hidden corner of Bohr City, there lies a masked club named "Illusion Night Dreams."

It is a dazzling yet dangerous gem in the night, drawing elites from all walks of society. The entrance to the club is concealed by an iron gate carved with intricate totems, and only with a specific invitation can one step into this world filled with temptation and fantasy.

Once one crosses the threshold, the sight that greets the eyes is a bizarre space, with the ceiling hung high with hundreds of dim lights forming starlight, reflecting off the marble floors below, and the air filled with a faint fragrance of flowers, irresistibly intoxicating.

Most guests of the Illusion Night Dreams Club are social elites, Extraordinary nobility, and major merchants of the city, as well as shining stars of the art world; at this moment, all of them wear elaborately designed masks, each mask a unique piece of art, safeguarding their true identities.

In such an environment, while people seem bound by masks, the restraints deep within are unleashed... just like the Alchemy Council decades ago, those wearing masks can do anything without repercussions, eventually abandoning common moral standings and daring to auction and trade everything.

At night, the club’s central stage is transformed into a unique auction arena, surrounded by crystal-clear crystal columns, each emitting a soft, shifting light.

On the auction stage, a host in a retro robe, with a deep and magnetic voice, slowly unveils the opening of a mysterious rare artifact auction.

"Gods above, let us begin."

The auction items are presented one by one, each mysterious rare artifact astonishing enough to astonish onlookers, including an ancient crystal ball said to peer into hearts, a mysterious scroll capable of foretelling the future, an old dagger set with unknown gems, and specimens of bizarre plantlife from distant worlds.

While none are as powerful as the Forbidden rare artifacts, these mysterious rare artifacts still evoke endless fascination, making everyone yearn to possess them.

"It’s finally starting! I’ve been so looking forward to this, hahaha!" "The value of money is truly realized here!"

Guests, under the cover of masks, bid spiritedly, the air thick with tension and excitement; here, money becomes the most trivial medium of exchange.

And this auction of mysterious rare artifacts is just the beginning of a much bigger game...

Among the numerous guests, there is also a young man with blue hair and a mask, who is actually Moter, fully disguised. At this moment, he’s inconspicuously in a corner of the club.

"The Fischer family in the Eastern Four Kingdoms has nurtured twenty-three subordinate organizations, including large groups like the Dagger Brotherhood and smaller secret organizations, and the Shadow Moon Council is one of those secret organizations serving the Fischer family."

The tall, thin "Pitch Black" slightly bowed his head and calmly talked to Moter about the Shadow Moon Council.

Moter nodded lightly, indicating he understood.

"I see, I think there’s no need to communicate with the Shadow Moon Council for now, as it seems they are a secret organization supported by my elder brother Auston, and I don’t want to cause any misunderstandings."

After a moment of silence, Pitch Black said indifferently, "Prince Auston won’t think too much about it. You and Princess Margo are his most important siblings."

"I know… even the sturdiest rocks in the world can’t compare to Auston’s love for me and Margo, but I don’t want those below us to overthink it and cause unnecessary chaos."

Pitch Black nodded and said, "Alright, then let us rely on ourselves to handle the ’Blood Moon’."

Moter nodded, then fell silent. With "Pitch Black" here, along with his own power, most enemies wouldn’t pose a problem.

Although outsiders might not discern it or may even find it unbelievable, his coachman and protector "Pitch Black" is actually a powerful being who has reached the Metamorphosis Phase.

He was originally a noble of great strength from the western part of the continent, a Dragon Bay Person set to inherit the position of Family Head. Later, due to offending the largest noble family in the area, his family was destroyed, and Pitch Black had no choice but to flee to the east of the continent, ultimately pledging allegiance to the local rulers, the Fischer family.

In fact, over the past few years, the number of Extraordinary Exponents and Extraordinary Forces pledging allegiance to or seeking cooperation with the Fischer family has surged across the Ouden Continent as well as in various maritime regions.

After all, with their status and fame reaching this level, possessing vast resources and influence, they naturally attract interested mighty individuals.

"Let’s go."

Having said that, Moter walked out from among the crowd, with Pitch Black following behind.

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In fact, Pitch Black felt some sentiment toward how rapidly Prince Moter was maturing, a youth with far greater decisiveness and initiative than most.

In the club’s spacious and luxurious dressing room, rows of lockers cast shadows, the air filled with a unique scent that mixed sweat and leather.

The blue-haired masked youth quietly stood in a corner of the room, his eyes gleaming with calm and determination through the tiny slits in his mask.

Suddenly, the door was pushed open, and the boss of the club—a nearly two-meter-tall man wearing a crow mask—walked in.

Extraordinary exponents at the lower Transmutation Level, a presence unapproachable in the eyes of ordinary people…

Moter had instantly judged the opponent’s strength. Within the Fischer family and the Dawn Church, there were hundreds of extraordinary exponents that had reached this level of power.

"Who are you?" the club boss asked in a deep voice, filled with threat, but before he finished, the scene before him made his pupils contract sharply.

Without moving his body, Moter merely flicked his right hand lightly, and a dazzlingly beautiful silver sword was drawn from its sheath as if pulled by an invisible force, tracing a brilliant silver arc through the air.

The tip of the sword described a perfect curve in the air, moving with a speed and accuracy that nearly defied the laws of physics, aiming directly at the club boss’s vital points.

"Swoosh!"

This was not just a strike but an artful display; Moter’s swordsmanship was breathtakingly skillful.

"You!"

The club boss’s eyes shifted rapidly from initial disdain to panic. He tried to dodge, but all his struggles were futile before the silver sword.

With a slight tremble in mid-air, the sword tip steadied itself just a few millimeters from his throat, a chilling aura paralyzing him, rendering him completely immobile.

"You, you…" The club boss’s voice trembled, his usual imposing presence swept away, replaced by profound awe at the unknown power.

He was not very clear on just how strong the opponent’s power of Bloodline was, but he was certain it was far stronger than his own.

The blue-haired young man curled up the corners of his mouth beneath the mask into a faint smile. His voice was calm and powerful, "Remember, no matter how powerful you are, there is always light that pierces through darkness. Today is your day of reckoning."

With these words, the young man slowly withdrew the silver sword. Throughout the process, he did not hesitate or falter; everything was under his control.

Now, the club boss could only sit powerlessly on the ground, his eyes full of despair and resentment.

Moter’s expression remained calm as he continued, "Tell me, the puppet master behind the scenes… the organization using the club auction to earn money, Blood Moon, tell me all their information!"

Upon hearing "Blood Moon," the club owner’s expression instantly changed. He ground his teeth and repeatedly shook his head, "I, I can’t tell… Those people will kill me, and they’ll kill all my family members too!"

"Just kill me!"

At that moment, inside the club, an unprecedented transformation quietly unfolded.

"This is the final showstopper of the auction, a flower from a mysterious forbidden land, likely a high-level Extraordinary material!"

The space, previously bustling and lively, suddenly found itself enveloped by an eerie and unsettling atmosphere. All eyes were involuntarily drawn to the center stage—there, a previously unseen flower of blood-red color slowly bloomed under everyone’s gaze.

The petals of this flower, as if drenched in fresh blood, possessed a deep and bizarre hue, emitting an indescribable charm coupled with a hint of indefinable danger.

As it unfolded, a blood-red enchanting mist rose slowly from the heart of the flower, spreading quietly like the morning fog, rapidly filling the entire club.

Initially, the guests were merely curiously sniffing this unusual scent; some even showed expressions of ecstasy, but quickly, the mist’s magical power seeped through everyone’s pores, infiltrating their inner consciousness, awakening the wildness and madness lurking at the bottom of their hearts!

Their gazes grew hazy, their mouths twisted into ghastly smiles, their bodies uncontrollably shaking. Soon, a primitive, instinctive urge took over their minds, and the guests began attacking each other, each becoming mortal enemies with the others. Fists flew, furniture was hurled around, and screams and roars intertwined. The club instantly turned into a chaotic battlefield.

Friends turned against each other with animosity, and strangers were ruthlessly violent. Those who had once been graceful gentlemen and elegant, dignified ladies now turned into furious beasts. Their eyes were filled only with the intent to kill and destroy.

The blood-red mist acted as a catalyst, utterly igniting the darkest, most barbaric aspects of human nature!

"What in the world is happening?"

"God!"

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In the chaos, only a few who held their breath remained alert, watching the unfolding horror around them, attempting to escape this terrible hell, but the exits were blocked by the frenzied crowd!

And that blood-red flower continued to bloom quietly in the center of the stage, seemingly the chief culprit of all this chaos, yet appearing merely as an indifferent observer.

Bathed in the glow of the blood-red mist, its petals appeared even more enchanting and sinister.