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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 · ゲーム
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Chapter 359: Oil Painting and Bandage Puppet

"Detective, can't you open the door? Let me try. George! George! What are you doing? For heaven's sake, open the door."

Mrs. Freeman tried to find the keys to the room, but with a click, Shard had already unlocked the door.

The clueless little girl followed Mrs. Freeman, Priest Augustus, and Shard as they burst into the boy's bedroom.

The room was not large, and the thirteen-year-old boy with blonde hair lay on the bed on his side, his back facing the door. Even the noise of strangers bursting into his room didn't make him stir.

Shard hurried over, but the sorcery "False Immortality" was ineffective, and the boy wasn't badly hurt. Priest Augustus also approached and only after turning the boy over on the bed, found out that he was merely asleep.

"Child, wake up, come on, wake up!"

The priest called out in a somewhat urgent voice, and even patted the boy's face lightly a few times, which finally stirred the boy awake.