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

Baron Adrian did not take a carriage and instead arrived in Nasir Town alone. Just a few steps into the town, he was detected by the "Black Mirror" barrier set up by Viscount Bast.


Suddenly, he heard a familiar male voice surrounding him.


"Your Excellency Baron Adrian, you've finally arrived. I've been wondering whether you would come here or rush off to seek Viscount Garcia overnight."


The voice was calm and powerful—it was Byrne Fischer's voice!


Adrian was shocked, having no clue where the voice was coming from; he couldn't see Byrne's figure anywhere around him.


In fact, in a hidden spot unbeknownst to him, Byrne had previously left a Sound Marker, and that sentence was a recording of Byrne's voice all along.


There were only so many normal entrances to Nasir Town, and since Adrian bore no ill intent, Byrne could easily predict where Adrian would enter the town without taking a detour from Black Mountain Town.


Chapter 145: The Dark Alliance (Vote for monthly tickets!)