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

Deep within the Aphotic Sea, there lay an island named Aistra, perpetually shrouded by fog.


The skies above were forever enveloped in pitch-black clouds, accompanied by deafening thunder, when a group of Winged Folk with feathered war armor descended from the sky.


They hailed from a distant Sky City, having plundered through the Nine Seas due to resource depletion; Aistra, rich in abundant and undeveloped extraordinary materials, had long been their target.


Decades ago, the great overlord who ruled Aistra had temporarily submitted to the Winged Folk, but their leader had recently died violently at the hands of the King of Glacier People, prompting him to seize the moment to rebel.


However, before officially plotting the "rebellion," it was necessary to gather an overwhelming force. Thus, the great overlord sought help from the "Mo'er Security Company" under the Fischer family, the hegemon of the White Sea.


Chapter 525 Consecution "Mother of the Jungle