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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 437 Iron Blood Marshal Horatio_2

In the affluent district, carriages and steam-powered automobiles bustled incessantly on the streets, ferrying noble ladies to their afternoon tea gatherings. Coachmen skillfully navigated their vehicles, weaving through the crowded streets with ease, while the shops and stalls lining the roads bustled with activity, displaying a wide array of goods. Shoppers carefully selected their desired items, haggling with the shopkeepers.

The whole of Kennas was driven by an invisible force; everyone was busy with life, striving for their livelihood.

It is the city of ten thousand cities, a city of dreams! For most people on the Ouden Continent, this city represented infinite possibilities and hope!

Finally, there were fewer people outside.

Darren knew the reason; it was because the carriage was getting closer to the core of the city.

Imperial City.