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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 84: Under the Silvermoon (End of this Volume)

A moment of dizziness passed as if awakening from a great dream.

Shard sat at the head of the banquet hall table, rising from his seat in the now dimly-lit hall that had returned to normal, the stench of blood from the sacrificial slaughter did not dissipate with the departure of the Evil God. But the blood mist had vanished, and the body behind him had disappeared too, as if that moment of tenderness was only an illusion before death.

"Did you really appear?"

He asked in a daze.

[The Supernatural Gate has been opened by you, and the Path of Sublimation is now revealed. Outlander, you have discovered a special Path of Sublimation and have gained a drop of divinity.]

The Brass Life Ring that was fading away behind him was entwined with gold flashes that were hard to detect.

"What's the use?"

Shard gazed at the silent banquet hall, where moonlight streamed in from the outside windows, falling at his feet, falling onto the remains of the living sacrifices on the ground.