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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 117 Consecution "Bard", "Sheriff

Irene did not ask what exactly had happened in East City, since Moore had already said that the matter was taken care of, she was willing to trust him.

She and Byrne were becoming increasingly aware of something, since they held high positions, there was no need to inquire into every little thing.

Everyone's energy was limited, if they cared too much about all the trivial matters, even thirty hours a day would not be enough, and they might even neglect important matters as a result.

The Lost Ritual began again.

Yeager, Savoie, Mormir, Inna, and Moore took the potion and followed Irene and Byrne into the Spirit Realm.

The Spirit Realm provided a shocking experience for everyone, and the next moment, they were astonished by the black glint hanging high in the sky, with Mormir even becoming incredibly excited, unable to help shouting out loud, he was completely unlike his usual indifferent demeanor!

Irene felt very clearly for a moment that her spirituality was boiling.