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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 43 Memories of 6 Saint Delan Square

"I actually didn't figure out the anomaly in the price by myself; it was Priest Augustus who helped find the information from the Church," Shard stated.

The doctor gestured for the old cleric with grayish-white hair to speak. The latter nodded, his graying hair appearing particularly decayed under the dim glow of the gas lamp:

"About 100 years ago, a horrifying murder occurred at No. 6, Saint Delan Square. According to Church records, it was actually two Sorcerers of Nine Rings, of unknown origin, who fought there and almost simultaneously died. Subsequent investigation reports indicated that they had lost control due to reading a large number of ancient books. Even though the Church believed this wouldn't affect the house itself, since then, most of the house's subsequent owners have died within its walls."

"This sounds like the beginning of a horror story..."

Shard thought to himself, then realized something else:

"Wait a minute, it seems like I'm the protagonist?"