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

After the leader gave the order, several people around him lunged at the girl with the wolf tail.


The wolf-tailed girl with silver hair immediately pulled out a flintlock, and with a bang, she shot and killed the person closest to her without any hesitation, her cold gaze deterring the others.


But one of the men in black robes stretched out an aged palm and began to quietly cast a spell.


The wolf-tailed girl noticed this and soon felt her mind sink, and immediately panic set in.


"It's a high-level Beginning mental spellcaster! So powerful!"


Suddenly facing such a formidable Extraordinary Exponent, the wolf-tailed girl was filled with fear, and although she tried to concentrate and resist, her eyes gradually became hazy and her fluffy tail drooped down.


"It's the Divine Power of the Lord of the Lost!"


"She suddenly gave in without a fight; seize this chance to catch her!"


Chapter 183 Classic