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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.

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Chapter 150 Maze Lock

Catching the snowflakes that fell before her, Dorothy Louisa looked around. The intense darkness and the door had vanished, leaving air fresh and icy, the scent of civilization's prosperity nearly causing her to tremble all over.

Together with the detective in front of her, she stood on a snowy winter night street, where the snow was just about to cover the tops of their feet, and the distinctive scent of winter invaded their nostrils. A small figure stood in front of Shard.

Barefoot in a pair of slippers, her feet were blue and purple from the cold, and her clothes were patched beyond count. Wearing a tattered scarf around her golden hair, she huddled her body, holding a little basket... she smiled at Shard.

She lit the first match, the match went out, and five mermaids appeared before them. Surrounded by snowflakes, their roars couldn't break free from the shackles of the ice and snow;