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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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485 Chs

Chapter 390 Report

This special card was extremely precious, and Shard wanted to err on the side of caution, so naturally, he sought the help of the vice president he was well acquainted with, Mr. Cyndia Mark.

In preparation for organizing next month's Big City Players' Roder Card competition, Mr. Mark had recently been extremely busy, but upon hearing that Shard was looking for him, he still made time to meet with Shard:

"Wait... Mr. Hamilton, don't tell me you've obtained a new Roder Card again?"

After some pleasantries, the man leading Shard up the stairs suddenly paused, then skilfully reached out to grab the handrail:

"Alright, you can tell me now."

His eyes were filled with anticipation.

"Yes, a new Roder Card, you actually guessed it."

Shard nodded.

"The very ancient kind?"

Mr. Mark asked again cautiously.

"Yes, I would like an appraisal."

No sooner had Shard finished speaking than he saw Mr. Mark clutch his chest as if he was about to suffer a heart attack.