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

As night fell, dark and profound, Chris, whose face bore no expression, had just left Baron Hovern's manor. Without any hesitation, he and Archibald headed straight for the estate, eager to find Vanessa.


He had never felt this way before, but after the recent events, Chris desperately wanted to see Vanessa and hold her tightly in his arms.


On their way back to Fischer Manor, an elderly couple with their daughter stopped him and Archibald.


The daughter's eyes were full of adoration as she looked at Chris. In his years of growing up, the handsome Chris was no stranger to such gazes, having encountered many insinuations from numerous girls, though he had never paid much attention to any of it.


The old couple stood by, somewhat afraid, but still managed a respectful smile and humbly asked,


"Respected Mr. Chris! Do you happen to know where our son Angus is?"


Chapter 140: A Lose-Lose Situation (Vote for monthly ticket!)