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

Above the vast palace, the bright silver sphere had long risen in the endless sky, dispensing a soft yet dazzling glow, like a newly born sun in the universe, both mysterious and brimming with hope.


The silver sphere's radiance shattered the tranquility of the early morning, casting its first beam of light selflessly upon the earth, draping the ancient palace in a dreamlike silver gauze.


Within the palace walls of the Seven Stars Empire, the glittering golden buildings took on an even more sacred and solemn aura under the reflection of the silver light.


People from all corners of the Seven Stars Empire flocked to the capital, their faces a mix of awe and joy, as if summoned by some divine force, wanting to witness this extraordinary moment together.


Chapter 511 Worldwide Siege (4K)