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.
Chapter 326: Convergence
He took a step forward, and the monster's hooves amusingly gestured for him to proceed:
"After I became a chef on this ship, the highest record I've encountered was a witch who drank seven bowls of soup from me, figured everything out, and succeeded in leaving. I think you might have such hope too."
This temptation was useless to Shard, but he indeed felt that he could continue drinking. Although he was very hungry now, this hunger was entirely bearable. Drinking the third bowl was merely intensifying his feeling of hunger, allowing more of the Spirit Transformation to be consumed—a price worth paying to become acquainted with a Five-Ring Sorcerer familiar with this ship.
With this thought, he reached out to catch the bowl thrown by the hooves, treated the liquid with "Satiety Food," and sipped it down little by little before tossing the empty bowl back into the room.