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

Chris silently stared at the "threads" formed by the various currents in the air, among which the most crimson one was undoubtedly the scent left by Viscount Garcia's blood.


Viscount Garcia must die today, or all the extensive preparations of the Fischer family would be for naught.


Chris silently tracked the scent, continuously moving through the forest, and quickly realized that his target seemed to have noticed the pursuit, moving swiftly once again.


He recalled the intelligence on Viscount Garcia, the man who could determine the location of his enemies by sensing the flow of the wind.


Usually, members of the Fischer family would ensure a successful ambush by hiding their scent with the Mysterious rare artifact of "Black Lion", but now Chris was acting alone, and even with his exceptional stealth skills, he could still expose himself as long as Viscount Garcia remained vigilant.


Chris knew that continuing the pursuit would pose significant danger.


Chapter 159 Dark Village