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

The drawing room was spacious and brightly lit. Byrne sat on the soft sofa under the crystal light, his heart shocked. Could the fat old man before him have already successfully reached the mid-level of Transmutation?


He knew that for traditional Extraordinary Exponents, starting from Level 2, it became increasingly difficult to grow stronger and reach higher levels.


Firstly, it required personal talent and persistence. Besides that, it also depended on resources and the support of legacies, and finally, even a bit of indispensable luck.


Baron Leander was someone who had hardly ever fought in his entire life, relying entirely on the Magic Potion's family fortune to pile up to the Transmutation Level, reaching the low-level Transmutation was basically his limit.


Could he have really advanced to the mid-level? According to Leander himself, it was because he had obtained some immense benefit from the Spirit Realm.


Chapter 119 Waking up from Sleep