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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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Emerald Lake Province, on the outskirts of Banyoles City.

Sunlight filtered through the sparse clouds, casting a faint glimmer on the brass medals on the shoulders of Cyart soldiers and the barrels of their flintlocks.

The soldiers, dressed in uniform, lined up in formation on the grassland, with feathers on their caps swaying gently in the breeze. Officers on horseback wore military garb with gold trim.

Soon, the officers gave orders, and their soldiers began to move in an organized manner. The air was filled with the scent of horses and gunpowder—the so-called smell of war.

Heavy artillery was towed to the rear of the troops, a type of muzzle-loaded smoothbore gun. Undoubtedly, it was an important force within the army, its presence a comfort to the soldiers.