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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

Chapter 74 Miss Annette

[You've come into contact with "Desecration".]

"What?"

He had intended to bypass the grapevines, but suddenly, a voice emerged in his mind. Elements of "Desecration" were often related to the Evil God, and Dr. Schneider had said that the correct response upon encountering such elements was to run away immediately.

Shard also wanted to turn around and run, but there was someone else in front of him, a poet in tears, seemingly oblivious to Shard moving nearby.

"Is the poet a Circle Sorcerer?"

He continued to walk forward while uneasily asking himself.

[No.]

Shard breathed a sigh of relief, praising the usefulness of "the other me" in his mind while his steps lightened. He did not look around but instead walked straight under the grapevine-covered trellis.

Only after he had completely left the area did he relax and stop, leaning against a flower bed, having truly worried that a pair of hands might suddenly drag him into darkness.