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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 49 Mr. Humor

Byrne had actually reacted the moment the other party drew the gun.

He forcibly endured his instinct not to dodge.

Fein City's Sheriff Renzo, as a mainstay of the Lion clan and a mid-level Transmutation Knight Extraordinary Exponent, had absolutely no chance of defeating him at close quarters.

Byrne instantly judged that any frivolous attempt to dodge might prompt the other's next attack, and that not resisting was the correct choice.

Sheriff Renzo hesitated slightly, the young man before him was calmer and more composed than he had expected, without the panic and screaming he had anticipated.

"I am not the murderer."

Sheriff Renzo was also unsure whether Byrne of the Fischer family was the actual murderer.

He was just trying to intimidate the other party, figuring that once Byrne was caught off guard, he could easily extract a lot of information.

But now, looking into the young man's calm eyes, Sheriff Renzo felt uncertain again.

"First, tell me why you are here."