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

Having been severely poisoned, Darren felt the "Soul Box" taking effect—thoroughly effective, indeed.


Otherwise, he would have already been dead.


Such a toxic poison was truly terrifying; once it entered his body, it was difficult to expel and continuously tormented him!


The double-digit Forbidden rare artifact's "hypnosis" force had instantaneously plunged Darren into a deep sleep, but because he had prepared by setting up the Black Tide on himself beforehand, he quickly awoke from the dream.


But even though "Poison Green" was only a three-digit Forbidden rare artifact, it caused even greater damage and trouble for Darren!


"You personally killed your most important comrade—in-arms, the King of Vallere!" he shouted aloud!


At the moment, he seemed to be tightly bound by invisible shackles, every inch of his skin and every cell undergoing unprecedented agony.


Chapter 451: Brave!