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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 314 Sapphire

The Fischer family's ship gradually embarked on the homeward journey, and as they drew closer to the White Sea, the thick, black clouds that once enveloped the sky began to dissipate completely. The oppressive feeling of sailing under a dense curse slowly faded, and the unease deep within the hearts of those aboard receded bit by bit.

The large ship rocked gently beneath their feet, and within the simple-looking cabin, the rejuvenated Byrne placed the blood-stained Gold Coin on the table and said calmly,

"Now, I'll take you back to the Ouden Continent... 'Time Stasis Stone,' how does it feel to leave the island?"

"Huff..."

The voice of an old man came from the Gold Coin, trembling and shuddering, conveying an unmistakable excitement.

"I feel great, incredibly unbelievable, I even want to cry... Unfortunately, I can no longer weep."

"Anyway, Mithril, no, Byrne Fischer, I must thank you for saving me."