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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 33: Relic Out of Control

The silence was profound, and seeing no one around, Shard walked toward the sofa. He didn't sit down, staying ready to leave at a moment's notice.

But his eyes once again fell upon the brass-colored metal gear box on the coffee table. According to common sense, Shard naturally wouldn't reach out for any unknown object.

However, up close, he saw not only the various sizes of gear knobs on the brass cube's surface but also a line of twisted, musical-note-like script on its upright face.

Though he had never seen them before, Shard still understood them:

"I am watching you in the darkness."

Immediately, a murmuring voice inside his mind reminded him:

[You have touched "Whisper."]

"What, this is a Relic?"

Shard exclaimed in surprise, at the same time noticing that the bright gas lamps and crystal chandeliers inside the room had started to dim.