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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 410 "Big Boss" Moore

In Nasir City, there is an ancient and solemn mansion, just a few kilometers away from the famous Fischer Manor.

The elderly and extraordinary leader of the "Dagger Brotherhood," Moore, stood quietly on the spacious balcony.

His not so tall figure was concealed by the gray curtain woven by the torrential rain, emanating a mysterious and ineffable authority.

Raindrops fell around him like pearls off a broken string, harshly striking the stone pavement, splashing countless fine and rapid droplets, as nature displayed its irresistible force and wildness at this moment.

Moore, dressed in a well-fitted dark suit with a coat of the same color, had his lapels fluttering lightly with the occasional strong wind, yet his composure and determination remained unshaken.

His features were stern and profound, and those eyes that seemed to see into people's hearts were now piercing through the dense rain curtain, gazing at the blurred scenery swallowed by the storm.