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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 106 Fire and the Frozen Dead

"Is this what is called the divine afterglow? Why is it appearing now?"

"Divinity is deep within your Ring of Fate and soul. It only manifests in this way at certain special locations or in environments where soul power is prominent. So, now..."

Shard looked up to see Miss Luisa stopping ahead and looking back:

"I see, we are indeed dreaming now."

"Oh, Shard, what is the matter with you?"

Miss Luisa asked in surprise, sizing him up.

Only then did Shard notice that the blond girl, wearing light makeup, was particularly beautiful today. It was probably due to the heat; the three golden buttons at the bosom of her white lace-sleeved shirt had somehow become undone, revealing a glimpse of the garment underneath.

"You felt it..."

"No need to remind me. If I still don't understand, that would be quite foolish. This trope is a bit vulgar and cliché... and Miss Luisa never addresses me by my first name."

"Shard, why aren't you speaking? Have you found traces of that thing?"