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

The Wordless Elder's distant point should have granted Byrne a terrible death.


Everyone's attention was drawn to the sudden presence of the end-times aura.


All things seemed to perish, and as the aura of doom gradually spread, everything lost its color, leaving only black and white; nearly everyone was stunned into silence, trembling uncontrollably.


Under the intangible aura of annihilation, the world was overlaid with a heavy black and white filter. The sun lost its usual heat and brilliance, leaving only a dim, lightless disc hanging in the deathly silent sky. Even the wind had lost its usual liveliness, becoming heavy and slow, as if sighing at the end of the world.


Chapter 333 Divine Envoy Irene