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

"More complex still, the old planks that were replaced were not discarded but collected to build a new ship."


"Now, with two ships before us, which one is the real one?"


Motör fell into deep thought, pondering whether his identity was determined by the essence of his soul or by his decades of experiences, relationships, and memories.


He thought for a long time and still had no final idea. If according to the category of Mysticism, he was definitely still "Lucius Fischer" because the essence of his soul had not changed.


But if based on everything acquired later, the situation was completely different.


"I, I will go back and think about this myself, thank you."


Motör nodded, knowing he couldn't understand right away whether he was still the original Lucius.


But he felt much more relaxed and ready to move forward.


"Hold on, Motör... I am asking you to do something for me as compensation for clarifying this doubt."


Chapter 505: Continent Boiling Over (5K)_3