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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 175 "Solar Gold" Arrives

The surroundings were silent, only the faint sound of the wind lightly slapping the shore, stars dotting the black night sky like distant diamonds scattered across an endless dark canopy.

The breeze rustled the leaves, creating a soft sibilant sound, while a few birdcalls from afar sketched a tranquil and beautiful night scene.

Viscount Zavier, a young man in appearance, stood by the lakeside, gazing at the white-haired elder approaching, and began to speak:

"I still remember the days we spent together at the military academy decades ago."

Viscount Bast laughed heartily and said:

"Hey, hey, hey, you start with reminiscing? Must it be so cliché, Zavier? Although, we really are both old things now, heh."

Viscount Zavier ignored him and continued: