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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 83: She and Him

"Damn it! Evil God! Lord of the Blood Feast..."

If it hadn't been for the experience of facing a Saint before, upon the appearance of that figure, Shard would certainly have fallen.

His vision blurred, a buzzing in his ears, disturbed sense of smell, loss of taste, disoriented balance, disappearance of touch, fading memory, emotional disorder.

Shard wanted to burst into laughter, wanted to scream in tears, wanted to kneel and pray, and also wanted to curse the heavens.

Although his mind was abnormally calm, his body was already completely out of control. The shadow from the moment before the appearance of a higher-dimensional existence, had almost driven this body mad.

This was not possession by borrowing; this was the direct descent of the Evil God during the state of a Saint.

"No, how could I go mad so easily? The doctors are still waiting for me to lead them away, Miss Annette is still waiting for me to safeguard her token, Mia is still waiting for me to come home!"