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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 356: Death of the Painter

"Of course not, Shard, it's just a potion, not a book. Besides, the formula for this magic potion is controlled by the Merman race, and the few known human ingredients have been completely extinguished, making it impossible for anyone in this era to replicate it."

The Priest said.

"Then this magic potion, is there any chance of swapping it for credits at the Academy?"

Shard asked again, and the Priest shook his head:

"Absolutely not, only Academy tasks and relic recovery can earn practical credits, that's a matter of principle, even precious magic potions cannot change that."

Shard shook his head in disappointment and placed the very spirited cat on his shoulder, Mia happily rubbed against Shard's face, completely unaware of what was actually written in the book he had brought home.