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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 166 Blackstone Security Company

Old John observed Shard's expression:

"This is truly a fine item. If it weren't for the fact that you were introduced by Luisa and her crew, I wouldn't have proposed this trade."

Shard was very tempted, but he kept his composure:

"And the price? Or should I say, the side effects? It can't just be that Ash Water is hard to swallow, can it?"

"Side effects? Oh, there's not much."

Old John spoke lightly:

"Just some intense spiritual contamination. The stronger the transcendent ability branded, the more severe the contamination when drinking the water. But if one can endure it at that moment, then there won't be any major issues. Detective, what do you think, want to make the exchange?"

Shard was least afraid of spiritual contamination. In his Divine Afterglow State, he could even face Saints directly, and the contamination trait of a Relic was certainly not comparable to that of a real Deity.