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

In everyone's eyes, Chris seemed to have been defeated by the overwhelming power of the Immortal Emperor, his figure dissipating in the light, plummeting forever into the endless dark Abyss.


The legend of Apocalypse Upper Rank naturally possessed an influence within the range of Mysticism, and so at that instant, even in the minds of many Lorne citizens, the same scene emerged.


The Immortal Emperor of the Lorne Empire had won!


"The Fischer who served the Evil God is about to be destroyed!"


"It is the result blessed by the God of Reforging!"


But the script of "destiny" is always full of variables.


Just as countless Lorne citizens were immersed in the joy of victory and the longing for peace, Chris resurrected from the brink of death.


He, who was supposed to have shattered to pieces and vanished into nothing, suddenly appeared out of thin air.


Chapter 542: The 10th Rung "Lord of Death