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 goods were temporarily left in a nearby village, and Moore immediately hurried back to Nasir Town, arriving at Fischer Manor to report.


The family steward, Theo, came to the hall and saw the anxious look in Moore's eyes.


Theo nodded calmly to his old friend, who also served the family, and continued, "The head of the household has gone to Black Mountain Town for a banquet hosted by the Arwen family, whose new head, Baron Adrian Arwen, has just achieved mid-level Transmutation. As for Madam Irene, she is at the orphanage in the town. You should wait a bit, Moore," he said.


Moore sighed, took off his hat, and said, "This is a matter that can't wait. Other families might just find it a nuisance, but the Fischer family can't afford a thorough investigation by the Church."


Theo frowned slightly, sensing that the issue seemed more serious than he thought.


Over the years, he too had successfully reached the 2nd Rank "Steward" on the Path of Authority.


Chapter 143: Framing and the "Butler" Consecution (Vote for Monthly Ticket!)