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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 208 Night Class

The middle-aged woman who had led Shard to meet Miss Danester returned with him to the clearing where the "Damaged Old World Map" was stored. She then used the map to send him back.

Before leaving, Shard brazenly asked the three people operating and guarding the map for a "souvenir" bearing the Saint Byrons Emblem.

After another bizarre illusion, he found himself holding five fountain pens in a room on the second floor of Schneider Psychological Clinic.

The other four, who were sitting on a bench by the wall chatting, immediately stood up and sighed in relief when they saw it was Shard.

"Look! Souvenirs! I brought them specially from the Academy!"

He said with a smile, showing the fountain pens to the four. The doctor took one and examined it excitedly under the light,

"Oh, Shard, tell us quickly, what is the Academy really like?"