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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.

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Chapter 172 Father and Son

Byrne Fischer sat in the carriage, silent for a long period, while Darren sat opposite him, head lowered and not making a sound.

Because Byrne always had a good temper within the family, the atmosphere between father and son had never been this tense. Darren had thought he'd be scolded fiercely, but instead, there was nothing. His father remained as calm as ever.

The sound of the carriage wheels rolled on incessantly, and at last, the aged butler Theo spoke with his old voice:

"We have arrived, Your Excellency."

Byrne nodded lightly and then waited for Theo to open the carriage door. He and Darren alighted from the black carriage one after the other.

In front of them was a grey villa in the wealthy district of Nasir Town, which could hardly be called luxurious, resembling closely the Fischer family's very first residence.

"Your Excellency Byrne, you have come, you finally came! Hahahaha!"