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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 37 Evolution of Runes (Thanks to the Alliance Leader for the reward!)

Consciousness was shrouded in darkness and chaos; he could see nothing, hear nothing.

Karl was about to sink back into slumber when he suddenly felt the familiar warmth of spirituality returning to him, accompanied by a man's soul and the spiritual imprint of a purple crucifix rune.

In the dark space, Karl was like a boundless, colossal star while the man's soul revolved around it like a tiny planet.

Lucius.

He couldn't help but sigh as he gazed at the bewildered soul of the man and made a promise to it.

"Sleep, in the comfort of a fleeting dream, quietly await the moment of awakening that is yet to come."

"One day, thou will awaken once more."

Lucius's perplexed soul fell into slumber, quietly awaiting the day of its revival.

Karl noticed as Lucius's spirituality was absorbed by his own soul, the second seal at its deepest core had become significantly loose, signifying that the time to fully unravel it was close at hand.

He quickly realized something momentous.