Chilled Cola Cat

Karl awoke to find himself shockingly reduced to a crippled Evil God confined within a bottle.
The Fischer family had inadvertently become his favored members, sharing a fate connected by blood throughout the generations.
They established a secret clan, infiltrated the state, manipulated wars, ascended the God Pantheon stairway, and fought for the honor and future of the family.
They were assassins lurking in the shadows, beloved scholars, esteemed priests, powerful dukes, and legends in heroic epics.
From budding to robust growth, steampunk evolved; the Spirit Realm descended through dreams; witches and ancient gods stepped forth, and people listened to the lost whispers at their ears.
They were both the creators and the enders of stories.
Generation after generation, in a continuous succession, they marched forward.
"Step over my corpse and go on," he said.

From Secret Clan to the Divine Dynasty

Chris stood calmly with his hands clasped behind his back in the open space outside the orphanage, looking toward the group of children who had come out to play.


He seemed out of place, his eyes looking too much like those of a grown adult, as if he were a staff member there to look after the children.


"Hey, isn't there anyone for you to play with?"


A girl with light green short hair and a crutch came over, slightly older than Chris, her pale and chubby face all smiles.


Her right leg had a congenital severe deformation, the cause of which was extremely strange, such that even Irene could not cure it.


Chris simply looked over at her with his hands behind his back, without speaking.


"My name is Vanessa. I came here because my parents abandoned me. Hello."


Vanessa introduced herself enthusiastically, not showing any sadness even when mentioning her abandonment.


Chapter 43 Naughty Child