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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 89: Shard and the Diviner

"You... want to save the world?"

Moonlight illuminated the city as the carriage slowly moved through the night in Tobesk, and Shard looked at the hand.

"No, I just want to ensure the world doesn't perish because of this. It sounds ridiculous, I know, not something a Three Ring Sorcerer should concern themselves with, but I have seen it—the survival of this world hinges on the chosen ones who will ultimately stand before the door. Whether all thirteen are present, just a few, or even one, each scenario will lead to different outcomes. The optimal choice—I can only know once I have met them."

Shard met the woman's purple gaze for a moment, then reached out and took her hand. A smile flickered on her lips, but when she tried to pull her hand back, she found that Shard did not let go. Of course, he did not mean to take advantage, his voice was low: