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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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392 Chs

Chapter 333 Beans

"You, 55 cards..."

The captain clutched the card, his face twitching while displaying a wrathful expression. Due to his extreme rage, his eyes bulged out, making them look even more like fish eyes.

The light from the skull lantern above was dimming, and more blurry figures of spirits began to appear in the shadows in the cabin. Intense spiritual pressure swept in from all directions, but the golden light traces on Shard burst into even brighter radiance at this moment.

It was as if golden embers were kindled on his body, and even Miss Princess, standing behind him, could feel more warmth.

"You cheated, so I won. Now, let us leave."

Shard said again through gritted teeth, his expression amiss because he was indeed too hungry.

"No, it was you who cheated."

The captain's voice grew even more sinister and terrifying, blending with the fading light, as if it echoed from a profound abyss, hoarse and deep.

"Where did I cheat?"

Shard retorted.

"This card, it has your scent!"