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

"Everybody, don't fall into chaos! There are only three enemies!"


Suddenly, the aged shout of an elderly man rose among the chaotic crowd.


An extremely dazzling white light flared up among everyone!


The senior knight from the Verne knight clan, the father and son duo, had a determined expression as he held his long spear aloft, wielding their Verne knight family's light-type Bloodline ability to create an immense white radiance.


The light provided comfort and belief, and the extreme chaos on the scene momentarily hesitated.


The aged knight's face was filled with rage as he yelled, "Evil cultists of the Sea God Cult! You must be eradicated at all times!"


He was undoubtedly brave, but also foolish.


The life force flow sublimated by the power of Bloodline differed from mental and spiritual power; the latter two required prolonged sleep to recover, depleting in battle meant they were truly spent, while life force flow could recover with just a few breaths.


Chapter 74 Night Brawl