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 glad he was nearly thirty, for if it had been himself from a few years ago, he might have been so frightened as to tremble.


Now he was sufficiently composed. Upon hearing "followers of the Lord of the Lost," he was inwardly shocked, yet he still maintained his calm and listened silently.


"There's no information about them. Numerous people have come to search in the Eastern Four Kingdoms of the continent over the past decade or so, yet no clues about this 'Lord of the Lost' have been found."


The person who answered her was "Time Stasis Stone," whose voice was that of an elderly man.


"Time Stasis Stone" appeared tall and thin, clad in a gray robe, his voice full of wisdom brought by experience.


Having said that, "Time Stasis Stone" added with great perplexity, "It's strange, logically deducing, this 'Lord of the Lost' who is given great attention by the True Gods must be a very powerful Evil God. His followers should be numerous."


Chapter 95 The Purple-Red Stone