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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 365 Inquisitor's Court

"Just as Luviya first told me, the final door appears only when all The Chosen Ones are present, and the surviving individuals become the Thirteen Rings. It's not easy to kill us. From the information I've gathered, once you gain the status through the ritual, fate will favor us. This doesn't mean we can't die, but most of the time, we will have good fortune,"

Iluna continued her introduction.

"That's an enviable ability indeed,"

Shard whispered in admiration. If he, too, could be favored by fate, life would be so much easier.

"What are you laughing at?"

A familiar laugh reached his ears, but Shard's question was met with no answer.

"What if a candidate dies before becoming The Chosen One? Wouldn't that mean the requirement of 'all thirteen The Chosen Ones' presence' would never be fulfilled?"

Luviya asked again, the excitement evident in the brown-haired Female Diviner at this rare opportunity to glean more information.

Iluna shook her head: