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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 40 Margaret

Leaving Mr. Gold's villa, Byrne didn't head back immediately but instead strolled through the bustling center of Fein City. People around him hurried by, always with many things to do, seeming far busier than the folks in Nasir.

He could fully sense the vibrancy and vitality of the city, yet he also faintly perceived that overly rapid development wasn't necessarily a good thing.

And those dirty piles of garbage scattered everywhere brought back memories of the plague he had experienced in his childhood, triggering many terrifying recollections in his mind.

"Sooner or later, the development planning of Fein City must be thoroughly intervened by the city hall, otherwise, it will definitely lead to chaos."

Suddenly, as Byrne walked along the street, he was drawn to a tailor's shop.

Displayed in the tailor's shop were clothes of considerable quality, evidently made with fine craftsmanship suited for high-status individuals, which held his gaze for a long time, unable to turn away.

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