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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 316 Funeral (4k Single Update)

Cyart Royal Capital.

Within the vast and magnificent royal palace, an old man with a pale face and tired demeanour, wearing a splendid robe, slowly opened his eyes, full of sorrow, on the cold throne.

"I can feel it, he has left..."

The Cyart King's expression was filled with sadness and pain, and even a hint of despair.

He recalled his interactions with Duke Black Iron over more than a hundred years, those moments they had advanced side by side, events that the Cyart King would never forget for as long as he lived.

In fact, compared to many later achievements and glorious moments, the time when he truly felt the most joyous, the happiest, was when he officially announced the establishment of the Cyart Kingdom.

Back then, both of them were in the prime of life, with Romann breaking through to mid-level Monarch before him in the brutal war, followed by his own breakthrough.