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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 181: The Power of Faith

In the darkness, Karl listened to the voices of many people.

"Help me, great Lord of the Lost!"

"Please answer my plea, I am willing to offer everything to You! Lord of the Lost!"

"Your power will descend upon the world, those fools simply do not understand Your greatness!"

He could hear the prayers of people across the world to him, and those devout individuals seemed to have a "special focus," becoming clear and visible among the multitude of voices, overpowering everyone else.

In recent years, Karl had been hearing more and more voices.

And he suddenly found it quite strange that not only the Fischer family and its influence prayed to him, but also a small portion of the commoners across Cyart spontaneously began to pray to him.

"Interesting."

Karl found this very amusing and began to discern their specific identities, understanding why those people would pray to him.