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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 447 Night Death God

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The nightfall arrived like a stealthy painter, spreading a deep black canvas across the sky, swallowing the daytime's clamor and brightness entirely.

The sky seemed to be covered with a thick qhei velvet, stars hidden, and the moonlight sneaking into the crevices of the clouds, occasionally revealing a mysterious and distant silver hui.

In the boundless darkness, all things appeared to have sunk into slumber, yet undercurrents rippled; trees gently swayed under the caress of the night breeze, rustling softly as if whispering.

In the pitch-black sky, a Monarch powerful expert of the Valer Army patrolled the surrounding area of the Valer forces.

"Half an hour more and it'll be someone else's turn, good, it looks like I won't be encountering anyone from the Fischer family." He had been worried about the notorious "Death God," but as his patrol time was nearing its end, he breathed a sigh of relief.