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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 270 "Teacher

Once the four people were seated around the campfire, Shard didn't immediately start talking. Instead, he took off his coat in front of the three women and laid it over the hands clutching the Mia Cat doll. Removing the coat, the small orange cat appeared, hugging Shard's arm.

The ruddy gold flames illuminated Mia's orange and white fur. The domestic pet cat, finding itself in the unfamiliar environment of the forest, looked around in panic and then let out a "meow" at the three women by the campfire as a form of intimidation.

The witches all smiled at the tiny orange cat. The charm of cats was just as effective in the Fifth Era, but little Mia only liked Shard.

Shard plucked the cat embracing his arm and placed it on his shoulder. He scratched its chin with his fingers before finally raising his head to look at the three unfamiliar women.