Chapter 551 I, Fisher

Dawn calendar year 175.

Nasir VII University.

The sun shines through the high and spacious windows of the library, casting interlaced light and shadow. The warm light dances on the neatly arranged bookshelves. Each book breathes gently in the dim light, exuding a faint fragrance of ink.

A handsome young man with silver hair came to the school library, sat down by the window, opened his silver laptop, frowned, and started searching for matters related to the "Fisher Family".

However, nothing could be found.

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

"But why, why can't I find anything? Could it be that my direction is wrong? What is going on..."

The boy fell into deep thought, and his mother's belongings contained detailed records about Fisher.

According to the diary she left behind, the Siyat Empire, which extends to multiple universes, seems to be governed by members of the "Parliament of Eight Hundred", but the man behind it who really rules everything is the terrifying Fischer. Er family.

Even the ‘Four Gods under the End’, divine sacrifice, knowledge, tranquility and conquest, believed by hundreds of billions of Siyat people, were actually the first ancestors of the Fisher family who ascended to godhood as a mortal.

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

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

According to the records in her mother's diary, she had been in love with a big shot in Fischer for several years. Although the two were completely separated in the end, she was conceived because of it.

The reason seems to be that she has the blood of another god's family...and in that case, the two sides will have a conflict in their positions.

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

"However, there is no trace at all. But how is this possible? If they really once ruled the entire world step by step, why did they completely disappear from people's eyes?"

"Is it really like what my mother said, that they are really powerful enough to hide behind the scenes and 'manipulate everything without showing up in front of others'?"

The silver-haired boy is a sophomore at Nasir Seventh University. In junior high school, he successfully entered a "key school" and was awarded serial power. Now he has reached the third step on the road to knowledge.

As long as he can step on the fourth ladder of the road of knowledge, he can get half of the credits, and then complete other elective courses, then he can successfully graduate from Nasir No. 7 University.

Although it is said that if you step on the fifth step in college, you can graduate directly, but the silver-haired boy knows that he does not have that talent. The fourth step is the end of most blood recipients' lives, and he can step on the fifth step. The people are the real elites of the empire.

For him, it is difficult to change his own class. If he can really become a member of that magical family, everything will be completely different!

However, after months of searching, the silver-haired boy found nothing, and even his studies were delayed a lot. At this time, he finally couldn't bear it.

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

"Ah ah ah ah, if only there really was a Fisher family! My mother couldn't have read too many novels and made up such a thing, right?"

"Oh, I'd better review "Advanced Spell Application II" and then go home for dinner. What a sin."

During review, class, and on the way home after leaving school, the silver-haired boy always felt like someone was staring at him, but he could never find the other person's presence.

Maybe it's just an illusion.

But that feeling was like a light on the back, as if there was someone who could control everything and could easily control his life, death and future, staring at him quietly.

And he was like the weakest little animal, unable to resist at all.

"I can't. I've 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 difficulties in life and the difficulty of graduation are all real."

Through the teleportation spell at the "teleportation station" outside the school, he returned to his home on the 375th floor of a building in the parish. He breathed a sigh of relief and came to his mother's room in silence.

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

"mom."

"I, I will definitely find them. If Fisher really exists, they must have the method to resurrect the dead."

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

The firmness in his words was unquestionable.

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

The world at this time was quiet, as if the entire world had fallen into a deep sleep, except for him, who was experiencing a dream journey through time and space.

In the dream, he found himself in a hazy and ancient scene, surrounded by the sparkling sea and a seaside town with well-proportioned buildings. The air was filled with a faint scent of grass.

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

The silver-haired boy suddenly seemed to see his ancestors of all generations. They were dressed in gorgeous clothes, wearing armor and holding weapons. Each of them had unyielding and wisdom shining in their eyes.

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Everyone knelt down and prayed devoutly to a transparent bottle.

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

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

And the silver-haired boy saw those people fighting, fighting, praying, and offering sacrifices!

He saw the road paved for future generations by the ancestors with wisdom and courage. The glory and inheritance of the family require the efforts and dedication of every generation.

Step over the corpses and move forward!

The ancestors seemed to communicate with him in a way beyond words, telling the glory and suffering of the family and inheriting the ancient will.

And just as the dream gradually deepened, emotions and memories intertwined into a magnificent picture, the boy suddenly felt an unprecedented pain surge from the bottom of his heart and quickly spread to his whole body.

"Ah!"

He woke up suddenly and found himself lying on the bed, his clothes soaked with sweat, 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 mark had appeared on the back of his hand.

This mark was like an ancient rune, flashing a strange light, as if it contained some unknown power.

"What is this?"

"Why, why did it appear... Wait a minute, my mother's records mentioned it... This is the proof of the End Family!"

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

This 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 held the hand with the red mark tightly, with a firm and curious light in his eyes.

He knew that from this moment on, his future life would never be ordinary.

"I am...Fischer!"