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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.

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Chapter 363: Unconstrained Fischer

The ancient Lilian, with her face covered in wrinkles, lay on her bed with only a wisp of breath left, seemingly on the brink of departing at any moment.

However, leaving the material world behind to return to the embrace of the Lord wasn't necessarily a bad thing for Lilian.

She suddenly spoke in a feeble voice, "Father, that matter you discovered half a year ago, I have personally confirmed it again."

Byrne was taken aback for a moment and then spoke with great astonishment, "You actually went to verify it? Have you considered the consequences if it turns out not to be as we thought?"

Lilian gently shook her head.

"That's why you are not as devout as I am, Father."

"Deep down, I've always felt that things would develop in that way."

Byrne fell into a deep silence. Then, Lilian struggled to raise her arm, revealing the complex red mark, and continued,