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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 · Jogos
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392 Chs

230 Fish

The rain in Tobesk was much gentler than the rain in the port city. The rain, which had persisted for a whole day, had greatly weakened the pollution haze that enveloped the city, and it also made the city's air become fresh.

Though summer was typically hot and muggy, traveling in the summer rain didn't make one feel any heat, nor the excessive humidity of the rain in Coldwater Port City.

When Shard knocked on Miss Luisa's rented apartment door downstairs, holding a paper bag and clutching an umbrella, the rainwater lashed in strings against the umbrella from the eaves. The landlady who opened the door seemed somewhat displeased,

Not because she didn't welcome her tenants' visitors, but because she was rebuking Shard for coming over for the second time that day. All the tenants were ladies, and the landlady didn't like men visiting frequently, as the rental contract stipulated.