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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 355: The Festival Begins! The Songster Descends!

The night sky hung low, dense black clouds obscuring the many constellations while a fragmentary moon appeared intermittently between the clouds, casting mottled and shadowy light.

In an ancient, desolate ruin beneath the Cyart Royal Capital, the area was encircled by withered vines and twisted trees, the air filled with an indescribable scent of decay and malevolence.

Suddenly, a deep, prolonged horn sound sliced through the night sky, resembling a call from ancient times that awakened the dark forces slumbering beneath the earth.

With the echo of the horn, a group cloaked in gray robes, their faces shadowed by hoods, noiselessly gathered on this cursed land.

They marched in eerily uniform steps, holding various kinds of sacrifice in their hands.

Live creatures struggled and emitted cries of despair, gems that flashed an ominous glow, and scrolls engraved with ancient runes, each emanating a heart-palpitating evil energy.