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, Irene, Chris, Darren, Lillian, Vanessa, Theo, Yeager, Archibald, Mormir…


More than a dozen core members of the Fischer family all sensed the will of the Lord, and as a favored clan of the Lord, the Fischers heard His oracle even more clearly.


"In the land of the Blazing Sun, under the deep abyss, seek the Miracle, and offer it unto me."


Byrne, still beside Viscount Bast, subtly changed his expression. He silently bowed his head in thought, committing the oracle of the Lord of the Lost firmly to memory.


The East, an island, the seabed, a Miracle…


In the courtyard of Fischer Manor, the devout Irene knelt on the ground and whispered to herself,


"The land where the Blazing Sun rises must be the White Sea to the east. Beneath one of the islands in that sea lies the object our Lord requires."


At last, the great Lord of the Lost had once again given them a clear goal. Her face lit up with fervor as she muttered with extreme devotion,


Chapter 127: Bloodline Awakening