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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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318 Chs

Chapter 76 Dead End

"Sir... I actually know a pretty good psychologist, should I introduce you to him?"

Despite his shock, Shard asked politely. The man opposite him in the wine-red formal wear might very well be the Circle Sorcerer of "[[Blood of Mercury]]" that Miss Annette had just mentioned. He had just heard the news, and before he could turn around, he was caught; it seemed his luck had indeed run out.

But there was no panic, Shard knew what he had to do.

"No, I'm here for you; this book told me so."

The man shook the small book in his hand at Shard. It was palm-sized, a size more commonly used for casual reading by travelers.

The cover of the book appeared to be made of wrinkled leather material, with nothing but a title and a single sentence. Shard had never seen the language used for the title and the sentence, but he still deciphered them:

[[The Puppeteer's Script]]

[[Perhaps people think that they can control fate, yet they do not realize that all is already within the grasp of fate.]]