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 fall of the Phoenix was like a shooting star streaking across the night sky, the once resplendent figure that had been reborn in flames countless times now lay quietly extinguished, its light dimmed as if even its soul had been devoured by eternal darkness."


Not far away, several beings of Heavenly Enlightenment Level witnessed this scene, their hearts tumultuous like seas swept by gales, struggling to find calm.


The Child of the Sun God's eyes flickered with an unprecedented solemnity.


He had a strong premonition of ill fortune.


Perhaps, it was no longer possible to stop the Fischer family...


Their speed of gaining strength was unbelievably rapid; over the past century, the entire family had been developing at an astonishing pace.


The Child of the Sun God took a deep breath.


Even so, what of it? The battle must continue, for this might very well be the last chance to save the world.


Chapter 536: The Sun Goes Out