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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 144 Ancient God: Primordial Rift

"There's no need to remind me, my eyes are fine... I didn't expect that it would take runes related to space to open it. That's why the church couldn't find it. If it weren't for you hinting at the nearby elements gathering, I wouldn't have been able to find this place."

Shard speculated in his mind and looked down at the passage in front of him again, but the blood-colored footprints did not extend in:

"Two Sorcerers of Nine Rings a hundred years ago, at least one of them knew about this place and tried to use blood to open the passage, which is why the bloodstains on the wall look smeared. But they ultimately didn't make it in because the method to open it had nothing to do with the bloodstains. Did they fight over this secret? But why did they both die? Did they truly go mad?"

[You have come in contact with "Miracle".]

"Are you sure there are only Miracle elements ahead, and no Desecration elements related to the Evil God or Whisper elements related to the Relic?"