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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 252 Ghost Mist and Sun Fist

Shard kept an eye on the time. With only 10 seconds remaining until the 47-second limit of the "Bordeaux Candle," he led the two girls into the shadows of a building. He pinched out the candle and immediately lit it again, confirming that it hadn't drawn any attention, before they continued towards the printing house's three-story building and walked along its wall.

The door was locked from the inside, but they didn't plan to enter through the front door anyway. After walking halfway around the building, Miss Annette continuously used coin tossing to divine their luck and eventually chose a window. Miss Beyas then unlocked it with a special alchemical item, and the three of them climbed in one by one.

There were many ways to infiltrate; slaughtering everyone was an option, but their goal that night was the ruins. Therefore, they avoided conflict with any Circle Sorcerers on the ground whenever possible.