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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 153 Preparations Before the Game

The summer without cooling tools was not a pleasant experience cooped up indoors.

Today was another beautiful day, and the early July known as Thunder Moon could already feel the swelter of midsummer. Although the area outside the house was open, not even opening the windows allowed for a breeze to circulate, and there was also the concern of the city's fog affecting one's health. Outlanders were not accustomed to living like this, and their efficiency in reading plummeted amidst their restlessness.

Fortunately, having mastered a new Arcane Technique, Shard finally decided to actively cool the room as the temperature kept rising around noon.

Seeing Mia sprawled across the study desk refusing to move, he got up to fetch the household basin and bucket, placing newspapers beneath these containers. Then he closed the study door, shut the windows, and drew the curtains tight.