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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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321 Chs

Chapter 210: Major Rewards

The two quickly arrived at the entrance to the cemetery, which, although located far from the village in the wilderness, was anything but quiet on this sultry summer night. The wind carried the sounds of cicadas and rustling treetops, but inside his hood, he felt not a hint of the wind's coolness.

There were, of course, no obvious lights near the cemetery, only the faint glow from the tomb guardian's cottage in the center of the graveyard.

The perimeter of the cemetery was enclosed by an iron fence; because of the recent storm, the path was also covered with dried mud. The gate looked locked, but upon closer inspection, it was discovered that the spiked iron gates were merely chained together.