webnovel

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
Not enough ratings
419 Chs

Chapter 124 Self-blame

Chris, Vanessa, and the others exchanged glances before all turning to leave, leaving only Irene, Byrne, and Darren, who lay comatose on the bed.

Irene stared at Byrne's anxious eyes for a long while before finally speaking:

"Darren tried to reveal the existence of the Lord of the Lost, but he met our Master's gaze, and so, unable to withstand such a great and supreme vision, he fell into a coma."

"What are you talking about?"

Upon learning the true reason behind Darren's coma, Byrne was stunned for a good while, a bit slow to react.

He still remembered the state of that old servant from years ago, knowing that even a mentally strong adult, if glanced at for a moment by the displeased, great Lord of the Lost, would be unable to rise due to immense fear, and would likely be haunted by it night after night.

For an ordinary child, such a mental burden was simply unimaginable!

"Irene..."