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

Four years have passed in the blink of an eye.


There are twelve more years until the peace treaty between Cyart and Rhea expires.


Cyart has entered a relatively stable period, and commodity prices near the East Coast have gradually stabilized, except for the prices of Extraordinary materials, which have never decreased.


Once the prices went up, they stayed up, showing no tendency to fall back to previous levels.


Fortunately, the Fischer family's income has also greatly increased over these four years, not because the new potions they developed later were more effective, but solely due to that one energy potion they had developed earlier.


Its effect was not particularly good, just passable, with its biggest advantage being the low cost.


However, Mr. Gold was a business genius, and he put forward a suggestion that made the sales of the energy potion gradually skyrocket.


Chapter 45 Consecution "Hunter