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

She had long felt that her days were numbered, no longer daring to hope for anything from the future, only wishing that her sons could have good lives.


Of Grandma Narda's three sons, only the eldest, Moore, was clever and brave; the other two were hopeless cases, and deep in her heart, she knew this to be true.


She had been contemplating whether to let her children join Dawn.


The Fischer family worshipped the Lord of the Lost, undoubtedly a great deity, but, after all, faith in an otherworldly god was a capital offense, which the Six Great True Gods Churches abhorred.


It was laughable; the Reforging Church was once considered heretical too, but now the God of Reforging is also deemed one of the so-called True Gods; from that moment on, she realized there was no essential difference between True Gods and Evil Gods.


A god is a god, and the so-called good and evil are nothing but concepts forcibly imposed by the mundane.


Chapter 52: Receiving the Lord's Gift! (Please follow!)