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 Pope of Redemption's voice revealed a hint of disbelief and terror.


He knew well that the End was the source of the Fischer family's faith, its power so immense that even the Gods could not dismiss it lightly, and it could even be said... that it was the reason for the Gods' departure.


The Pope of Redemption slowly closed his eyes, then reopened them, his hands trembling slightly.


Is destruction the inevitable destiny of every being?


As a being of the Heavenly Enlightenment Level, he had the ability to leave Claud World, but he never did, instead, he made every effort to find the Fischer family who served the End, to annihilate them and prevent the true resurrection of the End.


"Lord of Salvation, why have you forsaken us?"


"Exalted Gods! If you abandon us, then let me be the one to save this world!"


Chapter 519: The 8th Seal!