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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 269: The Most Important Thing to You

The middle-aged drunkard's brow was tightly furrowed. After the mysterious old man in a black robe had detailed the gambling content, he turned around and left, then suddenly disappeared into the crowd.

After he left there, he kept murmuring to himself.

"I fucking didn't agree to it! Hmph, that old man, what on earth was that about? I didn't agree at all!"

"Damn it! Such a bet can't possibly hold up, can it? I didn't agree!"

Despite saying this, deep inside, he was still filled with fear because there were too many strange and mysterious powers in this world, and people generally preferred to believe they could exist rather than not.

Even though he hadn't agreed, the bet might have already been established, possibly involving some mysterious and terrible powers.

At that thought, the middle-aged drunkard shuddered.

He recalled the specific content of the bet.

"Until the new day arrives, do not come into contact with any liquid..."

What on earth is that supposed to mean?