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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 97 Inferiority

"Master Darren, be careful."

In the banquet hall of the Fischer family manor, Vanessa held the small Lilian in her arms and helplessly gazed at the curious and extremely restless Darren, saying with some concern.

Seven-year-old Darren was standing on the table usually used for dining, his plump body jumping up time and again as he tried to reach the chandelier hanging from the ceiling.

"You'd better come down, if you fall, I'm sure Hospital Director Irene will have words with me."

Vanessa helplessly put down the three-year-old Lilian and stepped forward.

Lilian's hair, like her mother's, was soft and light golden while her sapphire-like eyes were inherited from her father, pure and natural like the azure sky, quietly and curiously watching her brother Darren.

She was well-behaved, obedient, and sensible — a stark contrast to the always restless Darren.

Vanessa approached the table, intending to get him down, yet Darren didn't listen to her at all.