Big Capitalist

Merlin has been like a spinning top these days, devoting himself to all the affairs of the territory, and he is exhausted from all the work.

The live broadcast finally came to an end, and he finally found a chance to breathe.

At this moment, he lay tiredly on the spacious bed in the office, as if all his strength had been drained away, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

Although he is a sixth-level magician, with his powerful mental strength, he can quickly recover his spirit with just a little meditation.

But Merlin is a lazy guy at heart. In his opinion, tedious meditation is not as good as a good sleep.

In his dream, Merlin seemed to fall into a mysterious space of endless darkness.

The surroundings were eerily quiet, with only faint whispers coming from somewhere. The voice seemed to be blurred and unclear, as if it were covered by a thick curtain, yet it held an indescribable attraction, as if it was gently calling him.

He felt as if he was in a dark ocean, his body slowly sinking uncontrollably, with a suffocating feeling like drowning, and every breath seemed to be pulling at his soul.

Just as Merlin was feeling more and more frightened and confused, a figure appeared in the darkness.

As the figure gradually became clearer, he was surprised to find that it was an old man.

The old man's face seemed familiar, and it kept churning in the depths of Merlin's memory. Gradually, he realized that this seemed to be his grandfather who had passed away long ago.

Grandpa was standing not far away, with a kind smile on his face, holding out his hand to him and murmuring his name. His voice was full of concern and love, as if it had transcended the boundaries of time and space, carrying a deep bond of blood.

A warm feeling welled up in Merlin's heart, and he involuntarily walked towards his grandfather, wanting to grasp that familiar and warm hand...

In the underground palace of Merlin's ancestral land, the old man sitting on the chair exuded a mysterious and strange aura.

When he felt the blood bond between him and Merlin, and the divine aura that Merlin inadvertently emanated from him, a satisfied smile slowly appeared on the corner of his mouth.

That smile was like a child who had found the candy he had always dreamed of, full of sweetness and enjoyment, and his eyes revealed endless greed and desire.

But in the dream world, Merlin fell into deep confusion and anxiety.

He felt as if his mind was being pulled by an invisible force, like a puppet, his body moving slowly and uncontrollably in a certain direction.

This feeling of being unable to control himself made him extremely uncomfortable, as if his soul no longer belonged to him.

In this strange dream space, "Merlin's grandfather" slowly stretched out his hand, and his dry fingers were like eagle claws, tightly grasping Merlin's arm.

In an instant, Merlin felt an electric current running through his arm and throughout his body. Then, an intense tingling sensation came from the depths of his soul, as if countless needles were piercing him wantonly.

At the same time, a familiar yet strange aura suddenly rose, carrying with it a hint of evil and decay.

Merlin was shocked. "Is this the breath of an ancient god? No, that's not right. It's different! This isn't an ancient god. It's more like... the breath of a broken god."

Merlin instinctively looked up, and the sight before him horrified him. The once kind and benevolent grandfather had vanished, replaced by a face brimming with greed and desire.

Those eyes were like bottomless black holes, emitting a faint green light, as if they were going to devour everything in the world; the face was distorted and deformed, and the skin was wrinkled and piled together like cracked land; the mouth was wide open, revealing sharp and yellowed teeth, and saliva kept flowing from the corners of the mouth, emitting a disgusting smell.

His entire body was skinny, yet oddly swollen, as if it had been forcibly expanded by some evil force. His blue veins were like twisted vines, winding around his body's surface, as if they would break through the skin in the next second.

This "grandfather" looked as if he wanted to eat Merlin alive, and the strong sense of oppression made Merlin almost breathless.

Merlin tried desperately to break free, kicking his feet wildly in the air and using both hands to try to pry open the pincer-like hands.

However, the repressive force from his bloodline was like invisible shackles that bound him tightly and made him unable to move at all.

All I could hear was the "grandfather" saying in a sharp and greedy voice, "This perfect body, this rich divine blood...it's all mine, all mine! It's so perfect, like a perfectly polished rough stone, already emitting a dazzling brilliance!"

The crazy laughter echoed in the dream space like a devil's curse.

At this critical moment, Selene keenly sensed that something was wrong with Merlin.

She instantly entered Merlin's consciousness, but as soon as she entered, a brutal dream force suddenly came from the next room, like a mad beast, rushing towards Merlin's dream without mercy.

Then, the "night" that enveloped Merlin's dream was torn apart by a pair of sharp claws, leaving a huge gap.

Merlin and the terrifying "grandfather" looked up in horror, only to see a huge murderous eye appear in the gap.

Those eyes were like a bright moon emitting a cold light, and there was a raging fire of murderous intent burning in the pupils, as if to burn everything in front of them to ashes.

"I've found you at last—Andersen! Andersen Leo! I've finally... found you!"

A voice filled with anger and hatred came out from that eye, as if it had traveled through endless time and space, carrying with it overwhelming hatred.

"Not good!" Merlin's "grandfather", Andersen Leo, showed an expression of extreme fear on his face the moment he saw that eye, as if he had seen the most terrifying existence in the world.

Then, Merlin felt the entire "world" begin to tremble violently, as if the sky was collapsing and the earth was splitting apart. The dream quickly shattered, turning into countless fragments and dissipating in the darkness.

The real Merlin suddenly sat up, beads of sweat the size of beans on his forehead, sliding down his cheeks.

Selene, who was standing by, saw Merlin's panic, blinked, and asked with concern: "Merlin, are you okay?"

Since Merlin had experienced the bloodline quest before and had not encountered any danger, Selene did not immediately invade Merlin's consciousness to wake him up.

Merlin covered his face, a hint of panic still lingering on his face.

He had just seen Selene at the moment his dream was shattered, and then he hurriedly asked, "Who was that being that last appeared in my dream?"