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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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524 Chs

Chapter 147 "Rapid Sleep

Shard gasped for breath as he crouched by Miss Luisa's side, and after waiting a moment longer, withdrew his trembling hand. Not bothering to heal his scratched wrist, he poured four-fifths of the water from his small bottle, after treating it with "Satiety Food," onto Miss Luisa's face, and helped her up to drink the rest.

The weak girl slowly drank the silver-glowing spiritual water, her lips cracked, but her consciousness was completely clear:

"It's like waking up from a brief nightmare... Detective, is my face very horrifying?"

Her voice was unusually hoarse, and her emerald eyes were filled with exhaustion.

"It's all right now, you need to trust my arcane technique,"

Shard whispered soothingly, his eyes darting nervously around. Something was not right about this place,