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 East Coast Province was surrounded by lush oak forests, with the occasional squirrel leaping between the tree tops.


At the center of the village stood an ancient Tempest Church, its spire reaching towards the sky, its windows inlaid with colored glass through which sunlight formed a multicolored pattern on the ground.


The church bells rang out promptly in the early morning and evening, melodious and solemn, echoing in every corner of the village.


On the edge of the village lay a wide field of golden wheat swaying in the breeze, the scent of wheat wafting through the air, and at the end of the field, a winding clear stream teeming with visible fish.


This afternoon should have been just like any other, a very peaceful one, yet the village's harmony was shattered by a sudden military attack!


"It's the Royal Army! The Adley Royal Family!"


"Why? Why would Prince Noah attack his own people!"


Chapter 345 Witch Born!