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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 · Urbain
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Chapter 239 The Sea God is about to Awaken

The White Sea was almost calm, hiding a large island that always maintained its concealment.

On the island, thick fog often enveloped the land, reducing visibility to a minimum, while light gray clouds occasionally shrouded the heads of the people, blocking the glaring sunlight in the distance.

The sea breeze gently blew, bringing a moist scent, and people could feel the salty humidity permeating the air.

On the periphery of the island, a seemingly boundless forest stretched far into the distance, the heavy mist intertwining with the trees to form a tranquil and hazy sight.

Occasionally, the rocks at certain parts of the island would emit a deep rumbling sound, and with the tide's ebb and flow, the waves continuously crashed against the seaside rocks, creating echoing sounds.