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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.

Salty Fish Pilot · Bandes dessinées et romans graphiques
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Chapter 114: The Writer of Fairy Tales

Just as the Deity from bygone days finished speaking, within Shard's line of sight, he nearly saw a golden light engulf the boy Chad in an instant.

"A blessing? Is that..."

[Yes, that is why this story was able to reach your point in time and thus gained strength.]

Afterward, the Saint looked toward Shard:

"So, what have you understood?"

Only then did Shard realize that he too was seen as a "child" by the Saint, and the earlier question was directed to four people.

"Me? Yes, I've understood..."

This type of story appreciation and reading comprehension was something very familiar to Shard. He had much to say, but in the end, he didn't discuss those complex adult matters. This was a children's story, and in front was the Old God, the Creator of Innocence.

So, Shard gave the answer that struck him the deepest, his true thoughts after hearing the story in two worlds:

"There's nothing much to understand, I was just thinking, if possible, I really want to save her."