From Secret Clan to the Divine Dynasty

Chapter 83: Chapter 81: An Eye for an Eye (Seeking Monthly Votes!)

Several months later.

The sea area to the east of the Ouden Continent is called the Sea of Stars, also known as the White Sea, due to the existence of tens of thousands of islands.

To its south lies the Aphotic Sea, where darkness prevails day and night. Although the Sea of Stars is the smallest among the Nine Seas of the Claud World, its area still surpasses that of the Eastern Four Kingdoms.

Suddenly, over an island that appeared uninhabited and tranquil, a massive number of storm clouds materialized, gathering rapidly within minutes.

The sky turned pitch-black in an instant, as gale-force winds howled ceaselessly, with lightning flickering within the dark storm clouds. The wind’s roar, resembling an angry shout, echoed through the air.

On the formerly deserted island, a semi-transparent barrier materialized, covering more than half of the island. It was crystal clear and contained immense energy to withstand the crazy storm from beyond the sky.

Within the boundless black storm stood a man dressed in a robe of blue and purple, his body flashing with electric light.

He was the Tempest Bishop of the East Coast, completely forgoing his usual image of a drunkard, riding the colossal thundercloud storm as it swept in.

The Tempest Bishop’s facial skin twitched continuously as he looked down with a mocking smile at the numerous evil cultists in panic below.

Some were kneeling, begging for mercy, while others were extremely angry, but to him, all the actions of these ants were utterly insignificant.

The Sea God Cult on this island had not managed to evacuate to the sea floor in time, and now, there was no chance they could escape any longer.

His voice thundered like rolling thunder, covering the entire island overhead, resonating in everyone’s ears.

“I know the old freaks of the Sea God Cult think that since the major churches are in chaos, it’s a good time for those disgusting sea tribes to strike at the coasts, so you chose to test the Tempest Church’s response with this method first,” he said.

“So I want you to understand, the cost of testing is tremendous, and you will never be able to touch the East Coast of the Ouden Continent!”

The price he paid for the Forbidden class Mysterious rare artifact made him reek of alcohol, but everyone still remembered the title held by this Tempest Bishop.

“Thunderous Monarch!”

The clouds were dense, covering the entire sky, turning day into night-like darkness. The booming sound of thunder was so powerful it seemed to tear the air asunder, causing extreme tremors among the people.

Suddenly, bolts of lightning slashed through the darkness, striking heavily upon the barrier.

Lightning and thunder appeared frequently in the storm, like the Blazing Fire of the heavens and the pounding of giant drums, continuously striking until finally they completely shattered the barrier.

Finally, all the lightning poured down upon the heads of the evil cultists, reducing the weak to charred corpses in an instant, without even a chance to cry out in agony. The heavy and desperate disaster destroyed life destructively.

After more than ten minutes of thunderous bombardment, the entire island fell into complete silence, devoid of any signs of life.

The Tempest Bishop knew that his words would certainly reach the ears of the old monsters of the Sea God Cult, so he continued with his thunder-like voice.

“Remember this! This is the response you desired from the Tempest Church, forever etched into your souls! Do not attempt to provoke the authority of the Tempest Overlord again!”

The rolling thundercloud storm then dispersed, and the figure of the Tempest Bishop vanished. All that was left on the originally peaceful island was devastation.

—-

Time, like a kite’s string that’s snapped, passed in the blink of an eye, and more than three years went by.

In the northeastern region of the East Coast, there were four adjacent towns, hence named the Land of the Four Towns, occupying about a third of the East Coast Province.

In the town of Chevron to the south of Nasir, a fat man, round as a ball, sat on the big bed inside a luxury villa at the edge of the town.

Because he never slept well after moving and fleeing, he was always eating, piling on weight like a domestic pig, his weight now nearing three hundred pounds – beyond the limits of most people.

“Ah, this life is pretty boring,” he said.

The severely overweight middle-aged man was the former town chief of Nasir. When the Rhea People invaded, he had seized the opportunity to flee and never returned to Nasir Town.

He was well aware that many in the town harbored dissatisfaction towards him, especially the people from the Fischer family, whose gazes were chilling.

What unsettled him most was that his greatest supporter, Baron Hovern, had completely fallen!

Few knew the true situation of Baron Hovern, the actual owner of Nasir Town, but the former town chief knew all too well the current plight of that man.

During the crackdown on the jungle natives, Baron Hovern had encountered the Mighty Bloody Demon face-to-face and suffered a mental breakdown, from which he still had not recovered.

“He got what he deserved, hehe, after all, he was a person who was more than ten times worse than me,” the former town chief mused.

The obese former town chief, assisted by two beautiful maids, left the villa, intending to stroll around Chevron Town.

This town was established on the back of a gold mine and was even more prosperous than Nasir.

In fact, he was aware of one thing.

Without the chaos brought by the Sea God Cult and pirates, Nasir, as a port town, would have had much better prospects.

The former town chief had heard that Nasir was now completely under the control of the Fischer family.

Since both Baron Hovern and Mayor Andes had problems managing Nasir Town, the Fischer family took the chance to bribe priests and lower-ranking officials, ruling the town of tens of thousands like their own household.

Most baronial families could not own a town, making the Fischer family’s exceptional status in Nasir the envy of several families in the Land of the Four Towns.

“Lucky I left. The Fischer family is truly a terrifying one. That Lucius was always so… terrifying to me,” he thought.

As the former town chief mused while passing a quiet, deserted alley, suddenly a tall masked figure emerged from the alley and mercilessly kicked down the maids without hesitation.

“What are you doing!” he exclaimed.

Afterward, he violently grabbed the former town chief and dragged the squealing man into the alley.

The former town chief’s obese body desperately tried to struggle and flee but it was utterly useless.

This masked man has such great strength!

As he was dragged further away, he reached increasingly secluded places, continuously howling and begging for mercy, hoping money would settle everything.

“Who are you? If it’s robbery, I’ll give you all my money, ten, no, twenty Gold Coins!”

“I don’t want your filthy money!”

The masked man’s voice was still somewhat youthful, filled with anger and hostility, extremely agitated.

“I just want you dead!”

The former town chief suddenly realized the other party was a youth and quickly said:

“Stop, think about the consequences of what you’re doing, your parents and family will suffer too! The big shots in town are all my acquaintances, they will surely investigate and find out what happened!”

“You have the nerve to mention my parents!”

The tall masked youth suddenly became extremely agitated, furiously throwing the former town chief to the ground and swinging his fists down viciously on the man’s disgusting face.

Thud, thud, thud, his fists pounded down, again and again, on the swollen and fat face, the already huge head quickly became even more swollen.

After a while, the former town chief’s breathing became very weak.

He lay on the ground, unable to move, knowing he would not survive, his only wish was to know who his opponent was.

“Damn it, who, who are you?”

Was it a knight who bore a grudge against him or a merchant sent by someone, or, could it be the relatives of those who were killed in the fire at Nasir Town?

The masked youth knelt on the ground, tears streaming down his face, his eyes filled with an unstoppable fury!

“Do you remember? Back in Nasir Town, you framed my father for colluding with the jungle natives, saying he opened the gates of Nasir and even kidnapped your granddaughter!”

“Ridiculous, my father was so loyal to you, he always spoke so highly of you to me…”

“He was hanged in front of everyone, and my mother couldn’t bear the townsfolk’s bullying, and killed herself in front of me!”

Was there really such a thing?

The former town chief was dumbfounded. It was just a pretext he had made up on the spot, and he had truly forgotten about it!

Damn it! The one killing him was just an insignificant servant’s son, why would it be this foolish boy!

His obese body trembling continually, the former town chief’s eyes bulged, feeling extremely resentful deep inside.

He had contemplated being killed by some wealthy and influential enemy, and even dreamt of being killed by the Fischer family, but had long forgotten such a petty figure!

“I am that servant’s son! Remember it in hell! My name is Archibald!”

Archibald stood up in fury, the sixteen-year-old almost reaching 1.8 meters tall, and in the former town chief’s view, he appeared as imposing and terrifying as a giant!

He pulled out a sharp blade from his bosom and viciously stabbed it into the former town chief’s fleshy neck, blood gushed out in torrents from the wound.

“Huff, huff… huff, huff!”

Seeing his long-desired enemy finally dying, he suddenly felt an intense sense of release and emptiness.

After skillfully disposing of the corpse and finishing everything, Archibald went to an inn in town. Surrounded by customers boisterously drinking alcohol, he didn’t care about them and entered a quieter room by himself.

Another silver-haired youth was silently waiting for him in the room.

The young man was extraordinarily handsome, his eyes ethereal, his features under the silver hair so fine that they might make one believe an apostle of god had descended to the mortal realm.

“I, I’ve finally done it, young master.”

He bowed his head to report to the silver-haired youth, who didn’t seem at all interested in replying.

Chris just nodded his head, slowly stood up, and gently patted Archibald on the shoulder.

Archibald understood that since the task was successfully completed, they could leave for Nasir immediately.

He looked at Chris with eyes full of admiration, immensely grateful to the Fischer family, even willing to sacrifice his life for Chris and his siblings!

If it weren’t for Hospital Director Irene’s adoption and Lord Byrne’s training, he would not have had the chance to take revenge with his own hands!

On the ride back to Nasir in the carriage overnight, Archibald remained silent, his eyes empty as if he had suddenly lost direction in life.

Although he knew his future was to give everything for the Fischer family, he still felt an emptiness inside him.

Chris looked up at the star-filled night sky and calmly spoke a single sentence.

“Cry it all out.”

The boy who had completely lost his parents could no longer hold back and burst into tears.