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

Even though the power of the flames was sealed, the Phoenix's wings still dazzled like fire, an existence that had symbolized immortality and rebirth since ancient times.


The air around Chris was permeated with an unprecedented breath of death, heavy and oppressive as if even the light was being devoured by this force.


The leader of the Last Blood, "Phoenix," felt this breath erode its fiery feathered form, and its feathers began to tremble slightly, their glow no longer as blinding as before.


This was an unprecedented challenge in the Phoenix's long life, the scent of death like invisible shackles, gradually binding its freedom and power.


Still, his gaze burned with an unyielding flame, a scorn for death.


Chapter 535: The 8th Step "Person of Reincarnation