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 endless sky above teemed with extraordinary phenomena; amidst swirling clouds and mist, numerous legendary figures of the Heavenly Enlightenment Level shone like the constellations, each one casting a brilliant, attention-grabbing light.


Clad in fiery red battle armor, Marshal Horatio radiated intense heat, his eyes like burning Flames, wielding a massive Flame Sword that eternally blazed with inextinguishable Flames.


This sword, known as "Flame Prison," was one of the most powerful Alchemical Weapons in Claud World, fashioned from Forbidden rare artifacts with "enhancement effects," consuming human life during its forging.


Its wielder could manipulate Flames, igniting the very air around, creating a sea of fire that made escape impossible for enemies.


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