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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 481: The Blood Mist Plan

In the nightclub, ravaged by a blood-colored fog and engulfed in madness, the blue-haired masked youth arrived like an unexpected breeze, cutting through the chaos and clamor.

His eyes, peering through the slits of his mask, flashed with an all-seeing light; he had foreseen the calamity that was descending upon them.

"The Blood Moon, huh?"

Moter's expression was calm as he stared at the unknown blood-colored flower at the center.

When the blood-colored flower bloomed on the center stage and released its intoxicating fog, he chose not to flee but resolutely stepped into the heart of the mayhem.

Moter moved with steady strides, each step leaving deep marks on the ground.

As he approached the stage, the blood-colored fog seemed to sense a threat, swirling violently, attempting to block his advance.

But the youth did not stop. His Silver Sword shone with a piercing light under the dim lighting, its tip drawing silver arcs through the air, forging a clear path through the fog.

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