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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.

Salty Fish Pilot · Games
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Chapter 113 The First Wish

Two of the three wishes were quite difficult, but the remaining one happened to coincide with Shard's speculation today about the "Matchstick Girl". In fact, associating the title of this deity who fell in the Fifth Era of 1068 with fairy tales was almost inevitable.

After a moment's consideration, Shard looked at the owner of the toy shop, a young man in a ludicrous hat who was staring at him.

"There's not much time, I'll try to tell a fairy tale today to fulfill the wish of the story. As for the wishes for growth and strength, I shall attend to them next time."

"Of course, that's fine. From now until you leave, they can temporarily understand the language you're using."

The Saint stepped out from behind the counter and clapped his hands, and five high stools appeared on the empty ground in front of the counter. The two men took their seats and the three children climbed onto the chairs with joy and sat down properly, their hands on their knees.