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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 191 Funeral

The raging flames had completely disappeared, and the world of despair from just moments ago seemed as if it never existed; people felt as though they had just been on a crazy, dream-like journey.

In the tranquil night, stars twinkled, and the bright moonlight fell upon the earth, as if enveloping the whole world in a soft, silvery white.

Karl had realized that Irene's soul extended with a certain uniqueness, for that thread of black light was none other than a splinter of his own soul.

Originally, he had voluntarily split his soul and inserted it into Irene's, causing a fusion effect. As a result, the Fischer family members, because of Irene, had indirectly become his favored clan.

It was obvious that Irene's situation was completely different from everyone else's.

She could even be considered as half an embodiment of himself.