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

Adrian's eyes lit up, and then he listened as Byrne continued.


"Although Garcia is belligerent and bloodthirsty, he is actually a person with strong judgement and meticulousness. Our secret alliance cannot be kept hidden forever, it can only fool him for a while,"


Adrian couldn't help himself and asked further, "And after that period of time?"


Byrne smiled, took a sip of tea, his fingers curling slightly as he calmly said, "In a few months, Garcia might just suddenly die of illness, don't you think, haha! After all, aside from the great gods, no one can predict what will happen tomorrow!"


Adrian was startled, looking at Byrne who was still smiling with a face full of astonishment, not daring to ask further, his back drenched with sweat once again.


Byrne smiled and quickly moved past the previous subject, "Evangeline is a good girl, once she grows up, an alliance between our two families wouldn't be so bad."


Chapter 145: The Dark Alliance (Vote for monthly tickets!)_2