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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 90 Legacy and Spies

When Shard returned to No. 6, Saint Delan Square with Mia, it was already 10 p.m. He changed shoes in the foyer on the ground floor and as he climbed the stairs, it felt as if centuries had passed since he last descended them.

Priest Augustus had placed Shard's belongings in his study. The Scribe Level Relic "Orb of Silvermoon" was damaged due to the dream from the day before, and the Scribe Level Relic "Vampire Ring" turned to dust for overreaching in its absorption of God's power.

Now, the only Relics Shard possessed were the manuscript pages of poetry, the "Spear of Kindness," and "The Twenty-Sided Die of Destiny." Even "Puppeteer's Script" had completely lost its transcendent trait, as all its pages were used up.

Looking at the calendar on the wall, the month known as the "Sunlight Moon," June, had passed. It was now July, a month people referred to as the "Thunder Moon."