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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 35: Voting

Yesterday, when Grandma Narda brought the black iron box, Karl felt an extremely special sense of danger coming from it, and it was also filled with a deadly lure.

But he soon discovered something; it was a fragment of some powerful mysterious rare artifact, not the core part imbued with Spiritual Power.

Not edible.

If all the parts and the core could be collected, one would obtain an artifact even more powerful than the transparent little bottle could compare with.

As the cavalry drew increasingly closer, Karl once again felt that exceptionally special sense of danger.

He suddenly realized that the cavalry commander was also carrying a fragment, perhaps the very reason everyone had been relentlessly chased all this time.

Karl used his will to transform the white light into a weapon and hurled it at the numerous enemies before him, with the Rhea baron commander occupying fully half of the white light.