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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 117: Honorary Police Officer and Awkward Detective

Since I had only gone to the newspaper office to place an ad that morning, I wasn't expecting any guests in the afternoon. Shard thought there wasn't much to do today—just needed to visit the Prophet's Society tomorrow to have "Genesis: Silver Moon" appraised again. With no major plans for the week, he decided to spend the afternoon reading and translating.

Shard considered himself quite diligent, and even the cat, accustomed to its nap, consciously avoided disturbing him.

But this leisurely afternoon was quickly disrupted by the sound of the bell downstairs at one-thirty. The sleepy cat leaped off the sofa in a flash, and Shard, puzzled, got up to tidy away the sensitive textbooks:

"How strange, who could be looking for me? Could it be another person seeking Detective Sparrow Hamilton?"