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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 332 The Extra Playing Card

"A tie counts as your victory?"

The temperature inside the cabin continued to drop, the damp air almost felt like it could condense into water particles at any second. Although Shard was tormented by hunger, hearing about playing cards immediately invigorated him.

"In the event of a tie, I'll concede victory to you. Moreover, I respect the special rules of Roder Card, and my deck has no Special Cards; I am a very fair person."

Shard nodded and overturned his deck onto the table, mimicking the other's gesture by pulling at it slightly, causing the cards to scatter in a pile.

He paused for a moment, his hands moving to reorganize the deck, then carefully spread the entire deck out evenly in an arc.

"Let's not waste time. I am looking forward to seeing your cards."

The captain said, reaching out towards the deck, and nine cards automatically slid out from the fanned-out pile. He casually grouped the nine cards into threes, then flipped them over together:

"First set, 21 points."