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

"Honorable Baron Byrne, greetings. I am a merchant from Fein City, Roberto Leone, a distant relative of Viscount Bast, and I wish to discuss collaborating with the Fischer family on investing in a factory," said the merchant with a polite bow, demonstrating his respect for the extraordinary nobility.


The merchant bowed politely, expressing his respect for the extraordinary nobility.


Byrne smiled but felt that something was amiss; the merchant before him evoked a peculiar sense of familiarity, though they had only just met.


Something seemed off; Byrne was not entirely certain whether the Viscount truly had such a distant relative.


The situation along the East Coast had been unstable in the recent months, the Sea God Cult had burnt down three villages and slaughtered thousands of people, even obliterating two baronial families and over a dozen knight clans!


Chapter 107 Consecution "Servant