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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 325: The Hungry Soup

"Of course I want to know,"

Shard replied with a frown, feeling very uncomfortable on the swaying ship which was a novel experience to him, having never been at sea in the earlier part of his life.

"I'm different from the others. Although I am also a pirate on the Fishbone Pirate Ship, I'm giving you a chance. Drink this."

Hooves clomped across the floor to the wall, picking up a chipped porcelain bowl next to a pile of meat. A spoon in the right hand scooped up some clear liquid from the pot, filling the bowl halfway. White steam drifted above the bowl as Hooves stretched it out towards Shard with a sly expression on the human face:

"Drink this, one bowl, one question answered. Whether you want to leave, know the origin of the ship, or discover the treasure aboard, I can tell you."

It shook the porcelain bowl at Shard, the human head on top sporting a malicious grin.