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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 318 You Turn Traitor

"That is, that is the mark of the God of Reforging!"

Felix's eyes widened in the room as he took a deep breath, filled with disbelief.

His entire being felt as if he had plummeted into the deep sea, his footing unsteady, a sensation of suffocation surging in his chest, nearly preventing him from breathing normally.

If not for the rock-solid rationality that still held on, he feared he might just collapse to the ground, the ossifying despair bringing a tingling of nerves.

He stared at the mark on his palm, pondered for a moment, then rose from the bed and made his way to the dark cabinet, slowly opening it completely, before tremblingly taking out a bottle of half-transparent light green potion.

Felix took a deep breath, then poured the half-transparent light green potion onto his palm, afterwards feeling a mild itching sting.

Next, the disguise potion on the back of his hand vanished, revealing the complex red mark of the great Lord of the Lost.