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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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Chapter 32 "Cheating

Hearing the fat chef's demand, Shard furrowed his brow and looked at the money collector, who was known as "Mr. Nett," and the latter shook his head:

"This is a matter between you two, the club won't stop him from leaving, but you have to convince Fat Jack."

"I've got no money left."

Shard pulled out the pockets on either side of his coat, which indeed held nothing but a keychain and a notebook because his money was in the inside pocket:

"I didn't expect he could owe so much money."

Little Franklin had already stood up, his head lowered, silent beside Shard. Although he had caused some trouble, he knew that now he had to rely on this man, who didn't seem much older than himself, to leave.

"No money?"

With a huff, the fat chef bent down to pick up the four scattered Roder cards from the floor and showed them to Shard, which were the Sun 1, Sun 8, Stars 13, and the Emperor.