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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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547 Chs

Chapter 61: Nasir's Fischer

[If we come to blows now, we would definitely win. Speak up quickly, Emil.]

[I really want to have that bitch. The body beneath her black clothes must be lewd. What woman isn't dying for it, what's with the act.]

[Aaron, you're bound to lose. I, Emil, will be the ultimate winner. You didn't see this coming, did you? I know you have always looked down on me! Heh heh!]

The passive Extraordinary trait 'Listening for Malice' of the "Listener" silently activated.

Irene's mind was flooded with the voices of those guys—some arrogant, some sleazy, and some haughty. She appeared to be unconcerned on the surface, but in reality, she was becoming increasingly annoyed.

The various malicious intentions of those people were too obvious; Irene really didn't want to hear anymore and subconsciously tried to interrupt the manipulation of her Spirituality.