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

Suddenly, the elves opened their mouths one after another, as if singing in unison to Karno, yet no one truly made a sound.


The eerie scene made Karno's head swell and his body tremble uncontrollably.


In a mysterious dimension, a wandering soul searched for a new body to host its consciousness. The soul had long lost its original body, but it still retained a strong will to survive and a thirst for power.


"The Fischer family's body would make an excellent avatar and weapon, and with that identity, I could infiltrate the Fischer family... The entity has not truly awakened, probably lacks self-awareness, and won't notice my change."


Shadow sensed Karno Fischer's increasingly weak body and the still surging life force within it, deciding to take it as its new shell.


Chapter 496: The Fickle Hand of Fate (5K)_3