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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 46: The Legacy of Ancient Madmen

"Good evening, Mr. Hamilton, no need to bother with the tea. Firstly, congratulations on joining Saint Byrons Integrated Academy: History Academy, but tonight is for two other matters."

Professor Garcia, the Deputy Dean of the History Academy, said as he clapped his hands lightly in congratulations, then stretched out two fingers without giving Shard a chance to speak. The professor was quite decisive:

"First of all, regarding your matter, please present your Core Spirit Rune."

The heavy hammer fell, and in the sweltering Steam Mist, the Ring of Fate appeared, with the brass-colored "Space-Time" materializing before three translucent figures.

Every time Shard summoned the Ring of Fate, he felt that this power system was especially... fashionable.

Professor Garcia nodded in satisfaction and said in his not-so-fluent Draleon: