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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 222: Demon Backlash

"What happened to her?"

The following morning, as Colin was having breakfast at Fischer Manor, he suddenly saw anxious servants rushing through the hallway, supporting a girl covered in blood, taking her to a room with a bed.

Since Madam Lilian had already left Fischer Manor for the island, they could only ask the family doctor to treat the injured girl.

Colin raised an eyebrow, finished his breakfast quickly, and stood up to investigate the situation in that room.

Several servants looked nervously at the wounded girl, their expressions panicked.

"I don't know if she can make it."

"Such a pity, and so unfortunate, Miss Lilian isn't in the manor."

He squinted his eyes; the girl seemed to be a maidservant from Baron Nacci's household.

Ah, she was the very same little girl Baron Nacci had promised to himself...

"Why is she injured?"