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

Half of the thousands of natives on the island were eventually massacred, a level of bloodshed that rendered the Fischer family silent.


Aaron's deputy wanted to rape a native mother and daughter, but was quickly stopped by Aaron, who sneered, "Since Byrne has already given the order, we should not break the rules! Otherwise, it will give him more leverage."


His deputy was very dissatisfied, "We silver descendants are not Fischer's dogs, why should we be so obedient?"


Aaron shook his head, his tone cold, "I don't want to say more, put away your pathetic sadistic desires. If you want women, you can find them anywhere!"


When the army returned to the camp, Byrne encountered Viscount Bast on the island and wanted to say something, but refrained.


"Does the recent massacre make you uncomfortable?"


Viscount Bast smiled slightly and said:


Chapter 131 All-Out Attack