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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 365: The True Identity of the President!

"Finally, got a bite."

The old man sighed, muttering to himself:

"The prophecy a hundred years ago had affected me too much. My long search finally bore fruit; the person who could help me break through was indeed in the east of the continent."

In the Spirit Realm, there was a pond as clear as crystal, remarkably vibrant, just like a huge crystal mirror, reflecting the dream-like scenery around it.

Transparent and glittering lotus leaves floated gently on the water surface, some spreading out, others curling, like tiny emerald boats, swaying leisurely in the breeze.

The underwater world was equally spectacular, with schools of brilliantly colored fish darting through the water, carefree and untroubled in groups.

Lush trees surrounded the pond, while sunlight filtered through the dense leaves, casting a mottled play of light and shadow.