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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 42 Daybreak Orphanage

Since Lucius's death over a year prior, Byrne often experienced nightmares. Sometimes he would find himself standing in a snow-covered forest with his face covered in blood, an uncontrollable sense of loneliness arising within him.

In the forest, there were several corpses with eyes wide open in death. They were Irene, Margaret, and Chris, making Byrne feel utterly cold.

Lucius's questioning and disdainful voice would come from behind him.

"You failed to protect them, Byrne. I was wrong about you,"

A profound sense of fear and guilt would engulf him instantly, and it was often at this point that Byrne would wake from his nightmares.

Death was never far away. There were just over sixteen and a half years left to prepare for the almost inevitable war between Cyart and Rhea.

If nothing was done, during the war, the tragic situation of the Fischer family being at the mercy of others would repeat itself.