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 Immortal Emperor returned from the innumerable spaces of books. 


He looked calm, seemingly not annoyed by the Sapphire Curator's recent action, only silently gazing at Chris and Hecate. 


The Sapphire Curator took a deep breath, as the power of Miracle from the Philosopher's Stone kept slipping away. 


Now, he had to win with a single strike. 


"Everything just now was just a prelude, this is the final strike." 


Those books were more than just simple piles of paper and ink. They carried the wisdom and secrets of a thousand years, each one in fact a dormant soul of an Extraordinary Exponent, waiting to be awakened. 


The Sapphire Curator slowly raised his hands, his fingertips lightly touching the faintly flowing strands of Magic Power in the air, his eyes flashing with light. 


Chapter 538: Doomsday Descends