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Abyssal Chronicles-Chapter 1049: The Felder Family
The home of the Chosen Ones—Heaven.
On the towering peaks of the Avalon En suburbs, the capital axis of Heaven, stood one of its largest families—the Felder family’s estate.
There you would find a grand, resplendent manor that spoke of wealth and power. Inside, tall white marble colonnades stretched skyward, carving the heavens into perfectly aligned geometric shapes. The gardens were meticulously designed, with vibrant flowers swaying gently in the breeze, like dancers performing for an unseen audience. A pool of crystal-clear water reflected the surrounding pavilions and lofts, its surface rippling as golden fish swam gracefully, their movements like flowing ribbons of light.
At the heart of the estate stood a large, majestic European-style mansion. Ornate carvings and gilded trim painted a picture of unparalleled opulence. Sunlight streamed through the towering windows, casting fragmented shadows across the polished marble floors. This space, magnificent yet restrained, felt like a dreamscape—a palace where grandeur and solemnity coexisted, captivating anyone lucky enough to set foot inside.
On the fifth floor of this stunning estate, a young man with chestnut hair and striking green eyes strolled through an ornate hallway. His long hair brushed against his broad shoulders, his elegant smile radiating an aura of confidence and charm. He wore a finely tailored deep blue robe lined with silver accents, exuding a quiet refinement. Behind him trailed several maids and attendants, who followed dutifully, making sure every corner of his path was attended to with care.
This man was none other than Larkett Felder, the second son of the Felder family.
Larkett continued his leisurely walk until he reached an ornate doorway. At that moment, he stopped.
"Is the guest inside?"
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"Yes, Young Master."
"Good."
After receiving confirmation, he knocked lightly on the door, his movements deliberate. A moment later, he pushed the door open and stepped into the room beyond. What greeted him was a lavishly decorated guest chamber...
The treasures lining the room barely caught Larkett’s attention. What drew his gaze the moment the door opened was a brilliant blue haired silhouette—a woman.
She stood by the window, absorbed in the book she held in her slender hands. Her long cascading ice-blue hair shimmered under the sunlight, the silky strands draped over her shoulders like a sparkling waterfall. Her eyes, a pure translucent blue, felt as if they could pierce straight through a person’s soul, like gazing into the heart of a clear, frozen lake. Her delicate, beautiful face softened by the faint curve of her lips carried an air of elegance and poise.
She wore a crisp white blouse and a fitted black skirt, her attire exuding the quiet authority of nobility while remaining effortlessly stylish. The blouse hugged her figure perfectly, accentuating her slim waist and ample curves, while the skirt revealed her long, perfectly toned legs. Her silhouette was breathtaking, her very presence radiating a natural grace that was impossible to ignore. Her silver combat boots, fitted snugly to her legs, gave her a commanding and indomitable air.
She exuded a regal combination of cold beauty and untouchable nobility, like an ice queen reigning in a world of snow and frost. It was a presence so mesmerizing that even Larkett—who had seen countless women since his youth—found himself stopping in his tracks, stunned for a brief moment.
Deep down, Larkett harbored an unusual affection for this woman from the Sword Spirit clan.
That’s why, when he saw her, his typically cold demeanor softened into a smile as warm as the spring breeze. He approached her with practiced courtesy, bowing slightly and greeting her,
"Welcome, Miss Nolene."
"It has been a while, Young Master Larkett."
Her voice was calm yet melodic, her expression carrying a faint, unassuming smile.
Beautiful, elegant, and utterly disarming—this was what every maid and attendant present thought simultaneously in their hearts. But Larkett knew better. He knew full well that the woman standing before him was far from the fragile image she radiated.
She was Nolene, the disciple of Yao Hua of the Sword Spirit clan, a fearsome eighth-level powerhouse. Even Larkett’s grandfather, the head of the Felder family, treated her with deference. That knowledge was enough to strip away any of Larkett’s usual arrogance. He quickly schooled his expression into one of respect and asked,
"May I ask what brings you here today, Miss Nolene?"
She set the book in her hand aside and turned elegantly toward him. "I am here on the orders of my master to inquire about the progress of your family’s ’New Star Project.’"
"The New Star Project?" Larkett’s smile faltered for a split second.
That project… of course. It left a bitter taste in his mouth. From one perspective, his own mother had been a victim of the same program. And he? He was one of its so-called products.
The New Star Project was designed to exploit the unique bloodline of the Felder family. By selectively introducing top-tier external genetics, they sought to cultivate a new generation of children capable of reaching and surpassing the eighth level—perhaps even ascending to the legendary ninth level.
Powerful individuals of high rank were the key to ensuring any family or faction’s future prosperity.
Currently, the Felder family had only one eighth-level powerhouse—his grandfather. When the old man inevitably passed, the family faced the inevitable prospect of decline. To safeguard their legacy, they needed to produce newer, stronger eighth-level descendants. Hence, the New Star Project became their last, desperate hope.
Larkett’s fingers clenched for a moment, but he quickly masked his distaste with a calm expression. "The New Star Project is going smoothly so far. That girl, Mina Fanzi, hasn’t resisted."
"Are you sure?" Nolene tilted her head slightly, a faintly bemused smile playing on her lips. "It must be unsettling for a girl raised in your human culture, no? To suddenly be given such… demands."
"If she resists, it doesn’t matter," Larkett replied coolly, brushing off the concern. "We’ve offered her compensation beyond what any ordinary family could dream of. All we ask for is two years of her youth to bear a child for the family. In any rational calculation, it’s a fair exchange."
"Two years of youth, huh..." Nolene chuckled softly into her hand, her icy demeanor tinged with amusement.
"Is there a problem?" he asked, raising a brow.
"Not at all. I’m just curious… What if she refuses?"
Larkett’s face darkened slightly. "My grandfather personally oversees this matter. If that girl refuses… well, let’s just say she’ll regret her decision."
There was a chilling edge to his words now. "That girl is just an ordinary person from a low tire planet. She has no right to choose."
While Larkett spoke with confidence, as if the matter was already settled, another thought gnawed at the back of his mind. He glanced at Nolene, hesitation flickering in his green eyes before he asked,
"Miss Nolene, may I ask you something?"
"Of course. What is it?" She crossed her arms, tilting her head slightly in curiosity.
"Why did you choose Mina? She’s just an ordinary girl who recently awakened a mediocre ability. Heaven is full of women with much better talents. Why her?"
"Why her?" Nolene’s crystalline eyes glinted with an unreadable light. She smiled faintly. "Ah, poor Larkett. It seems your family hasn’t told you the truth about her."
Larkett’s jaw clenched, his fists tightening. For a fleeting moment, his frustration surged, but Nolene’s keen gaze caught the shift instantly. Her smile widened, as if savoring his discomfort.
"Mina… Did you know she has a brother?"
"Of course," Larkett scoffed. "She has two. One is Yumo Fanzi, who killed himself years ago from depression, and the other is Kenzou Fanzi, some nobody working a government job."
"And," Nolene’s smile grew sharper, "do you know of the leader of the ’Blades’ division?"
His eyes narrowed. "You mean the youngest eighth-level genius in human history? Kenzou? Everyone from Heaven knows his name. What does he have to do with this?"
Her voice was as soft as ice cracking.
"He is Fanzi Kenzou—Mina’s older brother."
"What?!!!!!"