Steampunk: Sixth Era Epic
Arriving in a new world where the steam industry was booming, he inherited a three-story apartment on the capital's royal square, took in someone else's cat, and listened to the whispers at his ear, ready to witness this mysterious and bizarre era. The epic of the Sixth Era was about to commence, and behind the curtain, The Chosen One was destined to step into legend. Old Gods, Relics, steam, witches, detectives, ancient secrets, the Era's brilliance... "Would you like to play a round of Roder Cards?" Time engraved the hours, as Silvermoon illuminated the shadows. I compose your legend, you whisper your verses to me.
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"But what is the price of using it?"
Shard wasn't blinded by the description of the necklace's function, even though it was essentially a greatly weakened version of "Divine Afterglow State."
The Grand Witch replied:
"To use this necklace, you must bear an amplified version of the Witch's Curse. While wearing it, any male who comes into skin contact with you will experience severe allergic reactions that can threaten life and uncontrollable headaches. Of course, this curse has no effect on the Witch herself. Therefore, it's best to put it on only when using it, and definitely avoid direct contact with the Silver-Eyed One."
"Is that all? It doesn't seem very dangerous."
She smiled at Shard: