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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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Chapter 132: Concluding the Writing

Before boarding the ship, Byrne suddenly saw Viscount Bast standing not far away, his head bowed and his expression quite troubled.

Therefore, Byrne couldn't help but walk over and asked, "What's wrong, Viscount Bast?"

Viscount Bast remained silent for a long time, shook his head, and said with a meaningful lift of his face, "Nothing, I might just be overthinking. After reviewing it all, I always felt that the war was won too easily."

"The Sea God Cult initially provoked us on a large scale, which led to the war, and then they 'smoothly' met their defeat. Their entire decision-making process seemed too reckless, as if they were seeking a war they were bound to lose."

After pondering for a long time, Byrne said:

"Such situations do occur. The East Coast natives back then acted in the same way, driven by hate and interests, and as collective emotions surged, the tribe made rash decisions regardless of the disparity in strength."

He paused for a moment, then continued: