Richest Mogul

Chapter 1984
In the opulent hall, the atmosphere was heavy with excess and indulgence.
Everyone present seemed to lose themselves in the intoxicating atmosphere. At the center of the room, a dancer in a sheer,
flowing gown twirled, her movements graceful and enchanting.
Someone had already grabbed the dancer, pulling away the thin fabric of her dress and indulging in their desires. No one dared
to oppose them.
The extravagance, the indulgence, the complete disregard for humanity—this had become the norm.
Outside, just beyond the door, was a starkly different scene. Not three steps from the threshold, blood stained the ground, bright
and shocking.
The musician who had refused to entertain had been cleaved in two by a sword.
The maids standing nearby didn't even glance up.
Their faces were blank, numb to everything around them. The music that echoed from the hall seemed to have no effect on
them. It was as if they hadn't heard it at all.
Before long, a scream pierced the air. But the people outside didn't react.

Perhaps they had grown accustomed to such horrors. The scream was chilling, enough to raise goosebumps on the skin.
Minutes later, a woman's lifeless body was thrown outside, her neck snapped and eyes bulging in horror.
Her pale skin was marred with gruesome wounds, a sight that would make any normal person lose their composer in terror.
At that moment, a man pushed several young women dressed in coarse linen into the grand hall.
"Go on, hurry! If you're chosen, you'll never go hungry again." The words hit the young women like a death knell.
The young women trembled, their faces ashen with fear, but they had no choice but to walk forward.
When they saw the bodies scattered across the floor, their faces went even whiter, their fear palpable. They didn't dare look up,
too terrified to speak as they were pushed further inside.

The hall was filled with the scent of
rich perfumes, a sweet fragrance
that seemed to erase all worries,
making people long to lose
themselves in the indulgence of the moment.
Many people inside were already drifting into a dazed state. However, the man sitting at the head of the table was different from
the rest.
There were no women attending to him, and the wine on the table seemed to have hardly been touched.
He sat with his eyes closed, seemingly resting. Even when the noise from outside reached his ears, he did not open his eyes.

"Mr. Atkinson, I've brought more women as you asked, all virgins,' man who had escorted the young
women inside said respect You The
the man at the head of the table.
The one addressed as "Mr. Atkinson" slowly opened his eyes.
His eyes exuded a chilling pressure, one that made anyone feel uneasy, even too afraid to look him directly in the eye.
The man, trembling in fear, immediately dropped to his knees. "Mr. Atkinson, I only brought the ones who matched the portrait
you asked for."
Lately, Manfred had been acting strangely. After nearly drowning some time ago, he had woken up as a completely different
person.
He no longer indulged in pleasure but allowed others to do so, though he seemed to avoid the presence of women.
A few days ago, he had even drawn a portrait.

The woman in the portrait was breathtakingly beautiful, a rarity in the world, though only her eyes and eyebrows were depicted.
The rest of her features-nose, lips remained unfinished.
Yet, just the subtle elegance in her eyes and brows was enough to make anyone who saw the portrait understand. This woman
was undoubtedly a fairy.
They had searched for days, bringing in many women whose features bore a resemblance, though none were a perfect match.
Those with even a slight similarity were kept.
So, everyone in the mansion believed Manfred was tired of the women in the household and wanted to try someone as beautiful
as a fairy.
When the young women were glanced at by the man seated at the head of the table, they nearly screamed in terror. His
presence was terrifying!