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 left the basement and with great agility jumped down from the manor's window, not through the front door, but sprung on to the wall like a cat.


In the night, with his hands behind his back, he silently walked on the wall, then silently flipped down, and soon the boy disappeared behind a few trees.


The children in the orphanage were almost all asleep, even those who weren't asleep didn't notice Chris sneaking in.


The silver-haired boy quietly came to the yard and found Vanessa under a tree watching the stars; the girl didn't realize he was there at all until she suddenly got tapped on the head.


Vanessa had no idea someone was approaching and her face turned pale with fright. When she saw the boy behind her, she immediately became annoyed and embarrassed.


In four years, she had grown quite a bit.


Chapter 46 Alchemy Council