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.
Chapter 381: The Light of Three People
"Yes, I wonder, is it possible for mortals to ascend to godhood."
Shard didn't deny the probing of his thoughts. As he asked the question, he lifted his head to face the Deity of bygone days. The golden cracks on his body, like the afterglow of a bonfire, were strikingly similar to the bright gold of the deity's hair.
At this moment, Miss Feliana seemed to understand something.
The Deity was still smiling, and gave the Outlander an answer:
"It is not possible, at least not in this age or in your age, absolutely impossible."
Shard nodded:
"Then I..."
"That belongs to the category of unanswerable questions."
"And you..."