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 decomposed soul flowed with a vast amount of memories belonging to the "Silver Poet."


It was like a perfectly intact cream puff suddenly smashed flat by a heavy hammer, with a large amount of cream splattering out.


Instantly, Karl came to know many things.


The "Silver Poet" was one of the five reincarnated witches of the Witch of Demise, found by the followers of the Words of Tranquility since childhood, and forced to cut off her tongue at the age of five, never to speak again.


Most of the higher-ups in the Words of Tranquility were subject to such training since childhood.


Not until she became an Extraordinary Exponent at the Metamorphosis Phase did she regain her tongue, but by then many years had passed, and the "Silver Poet" had long grown accustomed to a life without speaking.


Chapter 383 Spirit Inscriptions