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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 45 The Professors of Saint Byrons

Using "Silvermoon Slash" didn't require Spellcasting Materials; one only needed to use their limbs to draw a Light Trace in the air. The silver Light Trace could be brought down with a slash, thereby unleashing its attack form.

Before midnight, Shard had tried many times in his room with the curtains drawn, creating traces of light and then making them slash forward. He was extremely excited. Although he had tried Telekinesis, Echo of Blood, and Light Spell before, "Silvermoon Slash" truly matched his vision of "power" and "mystery."

Unfortunately, Shard was only a beginner and his understanding of the "Silvermoon" Elemental Rune was shallow, and his Spirit was weak. As a result, those Light Traces could not even leave obvious marks on the walls.

But if it were merely to harm the fragile human body, close-range strikes would probably suffice.