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

"I can exchange information related to the Spirit Realm as payment."


Byrne finally decided to use knowledge of the Spirit Realm as payment for the exchange, having already thought of an explanation for afterwards.


"It is possible, but it might not be enough."


The Chairman faced the newcomer "Mithril" and, without hesitation, simply gave a calm response.


Byrne nodded slightly and continued, "If the price is not enough, I can add more. If the other people also want to know this information, it will be one hundred Gold Coins per person."


Clearly, for everyone present, a mere one hundred Gold Coins was not a problem at all; soon Byrne collected banknotes worth six hundred Gold Coins.


He noticed that the banknotes everyone took out were from Lorne Bank, basically exchangeable in any country, without revealing one's true identity.


Chapter 96 Prelude to Chaos