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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 172: The Location of the Relic

The doctor was still in a dream, and the two people standing in the corridor listened to the rain outside while discussing the final tasks to be done in a short while.

As the night deepened, Miss Luisa still looked vigorous:

"Later, I'll use Mind Writing to record tonight's experiences and leave them here. When the True God Church arrives, they will understand what happened. The words produced by Mind Writing are similar to printed text, so there won't be any handwriting left behind."

"Miss Luisa, do you often 'collaborate' with the Church like this?"

The curious Outlander asked, wishing to learn from their experience.

"Not often, but doing so can effectively avoid trouble from the Church. The Magic Academy is not hostile to the True God Church, it's just that they don't like us, thinking we are always causing trouble..."

Faced with Shard's brief two-week experience, it was hard for him not to agree with the Church's view.