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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 84 Dagger Brotherhood (Thanks to the alliance leader for the reward! Seek monthly tickets!)

"I have come to see you, Grandma Narda."

Irene approached with a calm demeanor, entering Grandma Narda's room in East City District under the extremely respectful gazes of those present.

Grandma Narda lay motionless on the bed, her breathing incredibly faint, like a thin thread that could disappear at any moment.

She was not ill.

She was simply old.

"Irene, Madam Irene... I envy you so much..."

A look of longing and reluctance entirely filled Narda's face, with only a few short years having passed since she had obtained extraordinary power.

She had not experienced enough of a new life, and now it was time for her to depart!

"I envy you, Madam Irene, you can still... live for several more decades..."

Irene smiled faintly. Although she no longer feared death, Narda's words still left her feeling wistful and subtly sorrowful.

The side effects of losing taste and smell were all too apparent.