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

The Alchemy Council's gathering will take place in Fein City in thirteen days, and since Irene has no intention of leaving Nasir, Byrne will be the only one to take the carriage there.


In the past few years, he's been back and forth to Fein City dozens of times, and he's already accustomed to the experience of traveling for work.


"The Alchemy Council, huh? It's my first time dealing with such secretive, undisclosed organizations."


After stepping foot in Fein City, Byrne looked around at the increasingly chaotic architecture, frowning slightly.


He quickly went to the designated bank and received a gift box that had been stored there from the hands of the bank employee.


Back at the inn, Byrne opened the gift box and took out a dark gold mask.


He lifted the dark gold mask and examined it very carefully.


Chapter 47 Contact with a Secret Organization