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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 · Urbano
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Chapter 354 Proclamation

Chris's speed was astonishingly fast, retreating a great distance in a blink of an eye.

However, the Wordless Elder, like a shadow that follows, had not fallen behind from the beginning but was always a few meters beside Chris.

Like a shadow that closely followed, it could never be shaken off.

He reached out his hand, trying to touch Chris.

That pale, lifeless hand, if it touched Chris, would instantly cause him to collapse into death.

Suddenly, Chris's figure stumbled, as if tripped by something, yet at the instant the hand of death was about to touch him, his form blurred again and he disappeared into thin air.

The chase unfolded in the sewers, with Chris flitting through the branches like a specter, his silhouette flickering in and out of visibility, at times leaping up, at other times dashing along the ground, like a black lightning bolt that made it difficult to track his traces.