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 sky was a clear azure, dotted with leisurely drifting clouds. Warm sunlight spread across the land, and a gentle breeze caused the leaves to sway softly.


The entire kingdom had heard about Viscount Garcia's disappearance, and whispers about the Fischer family proliferated in private.


The Middell family also inquired privately if they intended to seek revenge, offering their support, but Young Garcia ultimately declined.


In the Garcia family's graveyard, Young Garcia nodded in gratitude, struggling to maintain his composure as he said,


"Mr. Samuel, I am grateful that you came to visit my father. Thank you... If my father knew, he would definitely laugh and embrace you."


Samuel nodded gently and said, "I would like to speak to him alone if I may."


"Of course, you can. You were one of my father's best friends and naturally have that right."


With a sigh, Young Garcia turned away with teary eyes, leaving only Samuel in the Garcia family's graveyard.


Chapter 161 Genius