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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 284 Destiny's Trajectory "Fantasy Fellow

Phelps Port in the East Coast Province.

The port of Nasir was still under expansion, and Phelps Port remained the largest in the entire East Coast Province, with its magnificent coastline and the azure sea forming an idyllic scene.

At this moment, the port was under martial law, no longer open to fishermen, and numerous steamships and alchemical sail vessels were docked haphazardly in the harbor.

The dozens of extraordinary nobility families from the East Coast Province had already gathered their soldiers and concentrated them in the port's fleet.

Many residents of Phelps Port witnessed this from a distance.

An elderly man explained to his grandson on the shore:

"The spectacle of Phelps Port at this moment is like a prelude to the wars of years past, as our noble lords are about to wage war against the White Sea once again."

"Did we win that war in the end?"

"No..."