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

Old Dog looked at Darren Fischer's figure, a trace of disappointment in his eyes, and continued, "It's been over a year, hasn't it? Since the last of our group of eight joined, we've been working together for more than a year. Darren, wouldn't it be nice if we could keep moving together?"


"Or maybe you could think it over, after all, the war is not yet over."


Darren laughed heartily, shaking his head without any hesitation, and said loudly:


"I must return to the Fischer family now. However, not parting ways is not entirely impossible—if any of you don't wish to continue staying in Rhea, you can come back to Cyart with me and become members of the Fischer family."


"Actually, I too hope to continue working with you all."


Darren believed in this group of people with whom he had shared life and death for a long time. He had already revealed his true identity to them, anyway—they were all Cyart people, so his identity posed no problem.


Chapter 206 Marching Southwards