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

By the window, Karno reached out to draw back the curtains and watched calmly outside. A young girl was holding a cat in the rocking chair, quietly conversing with her mother, Vanessa.


The strands of white in Vanessa's hair shone, her face full of smiles, nodding continuously.


She seemed to like that girl very much.


Perhaps the mother thought the girl was well-matched with her own family, Karno thought, even though his mother and father were not so well-matched.


Though advanced in age but still robust and healthy, Theo stood quietly behind Karno and said indifferently:


"Young Master Karno, let me introduce you."


"This Miss Sunny is a girl from the Frosac family, who enjoys painting and cooking. Her uncle is Bishop Zane, and both His Excellency Byrne and your mother hope you will take a look at her..."


He paused before continuing, "At least you should show up; otherwise, it would be very impolite."


Karno slowly shook his head, his tone very firm.


Chapter 279: The Wise Do Not Fall in Love