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

"If it weren't for destiny, perhaps we could have had the chance to become friends."


"Your portion of sunlight is just like your soul, pure and proud, yet it burns too fiercely to last."


Karno calmly took his stand at the location where the Child of the Sun God had fallen in battle.


Perhaps the other side had done nothing wrong.


At least from the perspective of the Saint of the Sun, that indeed seemed to be the case...


As for us, had we indeed made a mistake?


Karno looked at the drastically changed sky, his brow furrowed slightly.


"Great Lord of the Lost, I still believe in you."


The sky was no longer azure; it was obscured by an extremely dense black fog.


Chapter 539: Dream Encounter with Ancestor