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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 77 Spear of Kindness

"The script did not have coercive power; it couldn't make Shard commit actions uncontrollably. But whatever was written on it was destined to happen, unchangeable, as if an invisible hand was manipulating fate, leading Shard to appear under the grape arbor once more, just like it was meant to be."

"Outmatched in power, Shard had no other option. He had never felt such a longing for strength before. It wasn't that he hadn't tried to become stronger in the past, but as an Outlander, he was still new to this world."

"In this world, indeed, strength is required."

After taking a deep breath to calm his spirit and suppress the unease in his heart, Shard stared at his opponent and slowly took out the pendant holding the Vampire Ring, to which the other party smiled and commented,

"So this was also stolen by you."

But it wasn't.

Shard brought out the box containing The Twenty-Sided Die of Destiny. The man opened it and looked surprised,