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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 262: Eight Swords Chain

He swung his sword in an overhead chop, where the blood-colored twilight and the snowy night converged, clashing the Blood-Colored Greatsword with the Silver Two-Handed Greatsword in the air, splattering blood and silver light as time seemed to stand still at that moment.

The [Maze Candle] burnt out in an instant, the second relic of the night destroyed by Shard's hand. Simultaneously, the profound night sky faded away, the monster howled skyward, and as the blood-colored dusk gradually disappeared, its form shrank but it was not yet dead.

Retreating two steps back, he used the Blood-Colored Greatsword to support his body, and the look of wisdom in his eyes unexpectedly surged up again:

"Impossible, who exactly are you? The moon, oh, the moon! Such pure moonlight..."