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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 363: The House of Paintings of Mad Sean

"Sir, thank you."

The soul avoided the sunlight, bowing slightly to Shard in the shadows. Shard shook his head, indicating it was nothing.

Mia looked at the soul, but Shard didn't notice the cat's actions.

"Not sure if you remember, but we actually met once in the church. At that time, I didn't realize the problem with you, otherwise who knows..."

"I no longer have what-ifs."

The soul said with a wry smile. Compared to the souls Shard had encountered in the cemetery, which were related to love, family, and half a century of emotions, Mr. Freeman was more like a person:

"I know I shouldn't stay here, I should go. Just, I want to ask you to do something for me."

He bowed once more, and Shard thought for a moment:

"You tell me first what you want to do, I won't make promises lightly to others."

"Actually, I had saved some hidden money privately. I don't know if you are married, but it's a habit that men who have families tend to have."