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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 135: Fish Scales, Bombs, and Maid

"Miss Luisa, are you sure you're okay?"

As Shard asked, he used the "Illusion of the Moon Shadow." Silver mist surged around them, enveloping him and Miss Luisa. The silver moonlight at his fingertips disappeared. Confronting the silver mist, the merman let out cries of anger but could only thrash around aimlessly, its intelligence likely lower than Mia's.

"Detective, if you can handle it, what problem could I possibly have? Treat me later. First, go save that girl."

The blonde lady spoke, and Shard nodded. Taking the opportunity as Miss Luisa deliberately stepped out of the range of the illusion to distract the merman, he ran past the merman, holding a box, and headed towards the girl in the alley.