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

Karl observed his surroundings through the perspective of Lilian.


That was Carnia, a nation situated to the northeast of the continent, traditionally considered one of the Eastern Four Kingdoms.


"It seems the climate is a bit colder, and the level of civilization is slightly better than Cyart's, but there is no qualitative difference," he thought.


He knew that Carnia, the strongest among the Eastern Four Kingdoms, was a country with severe hero worship.


Nobles and countless commoners alike, the majority of people venerated Carnia's founding monarch.


Even the observers within the various churches had given that founding king a fairly recognized nickname, "Divine Might Titan."


He silently calculated the time, wanting to know how long Lilian, whom he had sent over, could stay.


Though invisible to anyone, the black mist acted like an intangible tether, existing not just in reality but also in the Spirit Realm.


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