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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 173 "Safe

Upon closer consideration, the entrance to the ruins was located very close to where the statue was hidden, an easy connection to make.

"Even if one is hesitant to hide something as dangerous as the Old God Statue, which is even more hazardous than a Relic, at their own base, fearing that any problem could doom everyone, they wouldn't hide it far from the base either,"

This was Shard's opinion.

The "Nock Printing House," with a yard and a three-story building, was the location of the underground ruins entrance. Blood of Mercury had purchased the nearly bankrupt printing house last winter and secretly began the excavation work there. And the agent who bought the printing house was Mr. Ponton, whose entire family had been murdered tonight.

The Silver-Eyed One wanted to kill him, not only because this ordinary man was overreaching, but probably also to eliminate someone who knew too much.