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

Inside the grand hall of Fischer Manor.


Vanessa smiled gently, nodding her head, and even Theo, who was usually stern, showed a smile.


Having finally returned to the Fischer family, Darren felt an unprecedented sense of relaxation deep within his heart, like a string that had been taut for years finally had the chance to loosen.


His important family members were all gathered around him, celebrating the safe return of a loved one, and Lilian and the others were visibly moved.


Among Darren's three women, only Fayer was in Nasir Town, and she excitedly brought the young Felix to meet his father whom he hadn't seen for many years.


Dressed neatly in a small tuxedo, Felix looked up at Darren's fearsome face, and couldn't help but feel a deep fear inside, causing him to instinctively take a step back.


But after a moment of hesitation, he still bravely stepped forward, saying respectfully:


Chapter 238: 3rd Rank "Blood Dancer