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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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318 Chs

Chapter 194: Those Secrets

"You are leaving?"

The store was collapsing, everything inside it dissolving into nothingness. Shard knew that this deity was about to slumber, but such a rapid farewell caught him off guard.

"Where are you headed?"

He stood in place, asking. The only part of the floor below him remained as it was. There were no grand phenomena accompanying the dissolution; everything was just leaving. It was a simple termination.

"To the Land of Void Slumber."

The God spoke.

It was a metaphorical way of speaking, and Shard didn't delve too deeply:

"How should I search for your final creation? Is there any clue?"

Everything around him faded like a color photograph losing its hues, returning to shades of black and gray. But Shard, an outlander who did not belong to this point in time, was unaffected, shielded by the power of time.

"There is no need to search intentionally; you will certainly encounter the gift box I've left behind."

The God said.

"Why?"

"Because I said so."