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 silver-white dragon egg kept shaking, and the scales on its shell unfolded, releasing a strange aura that gradually permeated the area, causing a gradual transformation of the environment.


As a faint spiritual luminescence dispersed, Byrne looked down to raise his arm and could see his sleeve being infused by an invisible peculiar force, starting to emit a blue glow.


"A very peculiar power, I can feel the surroundings undergoing drastic changes."


Byrne gazed at the silver-white dragon egg, acutely aware of its distinctiveness—its birth was even more exceptional than what was described in books about the birth of giant dragons.


"Many books have written about the moment a giant dragon is born, they consume their eggshells for nutrients and eat a large amount of meat, then they go into a sleep. Only a very few dragons cause environmental changes upon their birth."


Chapter 149: Spiritual Dragon!