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

As the head of the Fischer family, Byrne still adhered to the necessary formalities on the surface.


He greeted the two with composure and grace.


"Baron Kesse, Baron Leander, I have long heard your names and have thought about visiting," Byrne said.


"However, the Fischer family has been so preoccupied with its own affairs that I, as the head, have been constantly busy and had no chance to make the trip, for which I apologize."


The orange-hued dragon eyes of Baron Kesse shifted slightly, and his gaze on Byrne was clearly hostile.


"Well, it's fine. It's now our turn to visit you, Baron Byrne," said Baron Kesse, his voice deep and unsettling.


"I didn't expect you to actually become a baron. I just wonder which lands the Royal Family will bestow upon you. I do hope it's not one of those."


Byrne smiled faintly and said, "Whatever the Royal Family's choice may be, the Fischer family will accept it."


Chapter 89: Civilization and Barbarism (5th update!)