The Bitter Fruit of Failure

At the Eternal Gold Club, the core members who had previously been confidently and casually deciding how to deal with Anvis had gathered once again.

However, unlike last time's relaxed atmosphere, the Eighth Prince and several Marquis's Descendants wore gloomy expressions. The weaker members present scarcely dared to breathe.

No one spoke first. The air scented with benzoin seemed to freeze into ice, making it difficult to breathe.

When facing Anvis in the past, most of them had harbored a faint sense of superiority. They felt that, despite being born into the Olyvendi Family, Anvis had neglected his proper duties to study Occultism and become a scholar, completely wasting his talents and resources.

But now, ironclad facts had told them that they were the ridiculous fools.

Almost overnight, every force under their control that had acted against Anvis had fallen into serious trouble, without exception.

For several days, they had been rushing about anxiously, employing every possible method to resolve the problems their subordinate forces had encountered and prevent the situation from worsening into total collapse.

This had left everyone present exhausted during that period, unable even to cultivate in peace.

Only now had they barely managed to preserve part of their respective forces and avoid total annihilation. As for the plan to sanction Anvis, it had long since been thrown to the winds.

In this covert confrontation, the Eternal Gold Club had suffered a complete defeat.

Their private forces had also sustained severe losses. The greatest loss was the collapse of the Outsider intelligence organizations they had painstakingly built.

It was not that Anvis had specifically targeted Player organizations. Rather, after the situation descended into chaos, several major guilds within the Mysteries Society had taken advantage of the Eternal Gold Club members being too preoccupied to look after themselves