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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 48 The Gun Muzzle on the Forehead

After leaving the Alchemy Council, Byrne felt an insatiable yearning within, almost addicted to the thrill of spending a fortune.

He then recalled those auctioned individuals of foreign races with a hint of sympathy but knew he couldn't play the role of the "Savior".

Suddenly, the image of that exceptionally beautiful elf under the moonlight emerged in his mind.

Byrne shook his head, muttering to himself, "That should have been our last meeting. I hope she doesn't end up in those people's hands."

Once, in his younger years, he had harbored impractical hopes—even romantic thoughts—of reuniting with the elf.

But after marriage, only Margaret had a place in the depths of Byrne's heart.

"That auction at the Alchemy Council... I wonder who is behind it all. I'm afraid I might have to come here again."

Just as he was about to leave for good, he suddenly stared at the dark gold mask for a long moment, then abruptly stopped and quickly turned back into the deserted alley.