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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 240: The Ghost's Request

According to what Shard heard from the coachman, "common knowledge" dictated that underground cemetery plots were the most expensive, and among the ground-level plots, those beneath trees were slightly pricier. Being buried under a tree symbolized a noble character in literary works.

The sound of cicadas filled the air, and as the weather was a bit gloomy, the sunlight that reached the ground was very dim, as if it were about to rain. Yet, even such feeble sunlight caused the two spirits to become increasingly faint.

Just as the Outlander's hometown rumors had it, spirits could not be exposed to sunlight for too long. Of course, evil spirits born from Relics or other formidable evil powers had strong resistance to sunlight.