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

After the Tempest Priest arrived, his aged, murky eyes were filled with disbelief.


"You only lost seven guards, and then you killed this Extraordinary Exponent who had reached Level 2? Moreover, you said that Baron Byrne is currently not in Nasir?"


The supporters who had come to assist gathered outside Fischer Manor, exchanging perplexed glances over the body of the old man.


Irene nodded, responding with utmost calm, "That is indeed the case. He might have been one of those who lack combat experience, and his luck was not very good, either."


The old priest was extremely astonished inside. He was not very surprised that the Fischer family could deal with a Spellcaster who had undergone Transmutation.


But the fact that they had easily eliminated a Spellcaster of the Transmutation rank who launched a night attack was astounding.


Oh, Transmutation, he must accustom himself to the new terminologies of the reformists in the future.


Chapter 101 Harvest and Sacrifice