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

Byrne was utterly astonished and immediately understood why only the Deputy Sheriff on the island of Spirituality was almost a real person.


He was neither the lord of the city nor necessarily the hero who protected the most people, yet he became the emotional nexus of all departed souls.


It was clearly something that defied logic.


The ultimate reason turned out to be that he was the betrayer, something Byrne had never considered, and both Irene and Grandma Narda looked surprised as well.


The once silvery armor gradually turned into vines of the darkest black, and the smile on the clown mask writhed as if there were insects squirming beneath the dark iron, while a strange, laughter-like sound came from its throat.


A lower-tier being among the mysterious existences, often transformed from the dead, they retain their former strength and possess some undead-type Extraordinary traits on top of that.


Chapter 55: The Gateway of Knowledge and Shadows