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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.

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Chapter 112: The Children's Wishes

"I'm pleased to see you once again, Bygone Days Deity," Shard began, adjusting his mood before he continued, "May I know how much time has passed since I last left?"

The young man wearing a jester's hat shook his head, his aura of decay now more pronounced than during their last meeting.

It was as if all things were nearing their wither:

"Hope Town itself is not a normal place; there's no normal concept of time here. Furthermore, my imminent demise has caused a distortion in the material world, casting an abnormal state of time and space over this area. It is merely autumn in the year 1068 of the Fifth Era here, which doesn't represent any specific point in time."

"I see," Shard thought, "So the History Academy of Saint Byrons didn't spot any major events at this time because of this reason. That Circle Sorcerer who repeated grades for decades must have been wronged."