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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 124 Special Skills

Indeed, even though the room on the first floor of the club, the third on the left side of the staircase, was currently in use, when Shard suggested switching to that room, the club staff agreed without a moment's hesitation.

The out-of-town wine merchant who was using the room for business was politely asked to move to a room on the second floor. Shard and Miss Beyas re-entered the room alone. The detective watched Miss Beyas excitedly walk into the room and then blinked, as the Wheel of Destiny within his soul spun at an extremely slow speed.

His right eye diffused with a hint of red, though it was hard to detect. The normally clear field of vision was now clearly haloed with the trace of blood, forming the trajectory of the victim's movements in the air—so apparent that it could easily be observed without even trying to capture it.

In the state of "Divine Afterglow," this sorcery became even more second nature.