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From Secret Clan to the Divine Dynasty

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.

Chilled Cola Cat · Urban
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"Catch them."

Following the command of the priest, numerous figures in black robes surged forward in the underground space.

But to their shock, they discovered faint spots of light appeared on Karno's body, thin threads that looked like ribbons, twinkling with a white light that was not dazzling yet very clear.

Then, those pale threads of light instantly flew in all directions, tightly binding many of the figures in black robes.

"Is that man an Extraordinary Exponent?"

The figures in black robes were horrified as they tried to tear off, to cut the threads on their bodies, only to realize they couldn't even touch them, as if they were on a completely different layer.

"What's going on?"

"What are these things?"

The Priest of the Stars Embrace Order, who moved faster and was not entangled by the pale threads, decisively ordered, shouting loudly to the people around, "Kill him!"

Karno calmly spoke, "I advise you not to do that, for fate can have great ups and downs."