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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 326: The Birth of a New King

"Choose the new king."

In the profound corridors of the palace, numerous Cyart nobles stood solemnly, their silhouettes casting long shadows beneath the resplendent murals and intricate chandeliers.

The air was tinged with a faint scent of sandalwood, accompanied by the deep, solemn tones of an organ from the distant music pond, creating an atmosphere of solemnity and authority.

Some Cyart nobles wore gem-encrusted magnificent armor with swords at their waists symbolizing their family's honor, while others donned elaborate formal attire, exuding both elegance and a hint of unapproachable pride.

They could hear the footsteps of court attendants treading lightly in the distance, and the occasional faint clink of metal, which sounded especially clear in the echoed chambers of the palace.

The venerable Silver Hermit looked upon the many nobles from the great families and nodded calmly.

"The second Cyart ruler of the Adley Royal Family will be chosen between two people."