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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 80: Seriously Injured People

"So, what needs to be done now?"

Having fully understood the situation and adjusted his mindset, Shard asked. The current situation seemed no more dangerous than when someone had pointed a gun at his head moments ago.

"Find the nodes of the ritual."

Miss Annette pulled her skirt over her feet and took a handful of shiny powder from a small pocket at her waist. She placed the powder in her palm, and with her lipstick-coated lips, she gently blew, scattering the powder, which seemed to hover in the air under the gaslight.

The blood mist had already blurred everything in front of her, and now with that dust, the corridor became even more elusive. Miss Annette took off her ruby hairpin, touched it lightly with her fingers, and handed it to Shard: