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

Night had fallen, and Nasir City was delicately enveloped by a profound darkness, as if the whole world held its breath in anticipation of the sacred moment soon to unfold.


Every window along the streets glowed with a soft, warm light, each ray carrying the endless hopes and devout prayers of the citizens of Nasir.


Although television had been invented, only a select few in high society could afford it, and most families in Nasir City still relied on radios or newspapers for outside information.


At this moment, every single person was aware of one thing.


That was, the "pillar" of the Fischer family, the legend of the Cyart people, the strongest among the Dawn Church, the "Death God" feared by all enemies...


Mr. Chris Fischer was about to ascend to the Ninth Tier of the God Pantheon stairway!


Chapter 531: The 9th Tier "Soul Master