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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 327: The Power of Greed

The gnawing hunger continued to torment Shard, so much so that even the scent of Miss Princess's perfume beside him was enticing his current appetite.

But this intense desire to eat also obscured other sensations brought about by venturing too deep into the ship's cabin. He had never felt such hunger before, and if it weren't for the fact that eating anything would only exacerbate the hunger, Shard would have consumed his own clothes by now.

"So, why can these sailors, who are clearly not from our era, all speak the standard Draleon language?"

As they continued forward, Shard still had the presence of mind to inquire about this; Miss Princess was very worried about his condition and quietly answered his question:

"In fact, most Relics that can communicate with us use the contemporary language. Relics and Whisper Element are related to civilization's darkness, and they also draw power from civilization. Shard, you..."