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Mechanical Alchemist

The dark underground dungeon was filled with countless ancient relics and treasures. Eerie, deformed, cursed objects... The abyss, catacombs, Ancient Gods, mythical races... Mechanics, cursed seal implants, and the gargantuan black towers... A peculiar mix of Alchemy, a drop of steampunk, two spoons of supernatural mystery, blending into a vibrant and colorful fantasy world. I am a puppeteer Alchemist. All that my eyes behold, becomes my puppet. Alone, I am an army!

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Chapter 53: The Routine of Soup Going Awry

Norton Street was about a seven or eight-minute motorcycle ride from Green Street, and that area was also the liveliest "Bathhouse Row" in the southern part of the city.

Old Lington City's outskirts had a large number of factories, which burned through inexhaustible amounts of coal with their massive steam boilers daily. As a result, the city's air quality was very poor, with the sky always filled with a huge amount of particulate matter and dust. Often, after walking on the streets for a few hours, people's bodies and hair would be coated with a thick layer of grime.

Therefore, the residents of Old Lington City had a very strong bathhouse culture. Regardless of their wealth, they would choose to soak in the baths daily, to cleanse their bodies of dirt.