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 looked at the people surrounding the manor outside the gate and always felt that it must not be anything bad—after all, the relationship between the Fischer family and the Nasir townsfolk was extremely cordial.


However, when a few of them arrived at the door, they discovered that the townsfolk were not there to protest or rebel; instead, everyone had brought gifts, eagerly vying to present them to the Fischer family.


Zayne laughed and said, "I really didn't expect that your reputation here would be so high."


Before departing in the carriage, Zayne looked down at Byrne who was sending them off and said indifferently,


"Take my advice, compared to winning over the hearts of mortals, the true power you wield is fundamental, and the existence of ordinary people will become increasingly meaningless to your family."


Byrne immediately nodded, grateful for Zayne's advice.


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