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The Deceitful One

With the advent of steam power, mankind has advanced and ushered in the industrial revolution. This is the age of steam locomotives, automatons, guns, and cannons, as well as curses, magic, artifacts, and the occult. Hidden in the shadows are a group of extraordinary people who wield enormous power and strange abilities that normal people cannot even begin to comprehend. They are known as Transcendents! Bryan, a wily thief with a penchant for mischief, lost his parents at a very young age and was forced to live on the streets. That is until his whole life turned around when he was shown the Path to becoming a Transcendent. The Theft Path specializes in deceit and illusions. It can steal everything under the heavens. Even the powers, thoughts, and lives of others. Follow Bryan on his journey through this dangerous and treacherous world as he steals from gods and robs the mortals. This is the story of The Deceitful One. *** My novel has a steampunk world setting, so expect a lot of steam-powered technology as well as retro-looking futuristic inventions. Furthermore, there will be churches, secret organizations, and cults. So if you're a fan of LotM—which I have taken inspiration from btw—you will definitely like my novel. Also, this is my first attempt at writing a novel so you might find some mistakes here and there. Just know that I'm constantly trying to improve. Cheers! *** https://discord.gg/ZwFUa2zM

PandaDumpling · แฟนตาซี
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264 Chs

Distrust

Thursday, 3rd December 1580.

It was an hour before sunset; a blanket of snow covering the trees, the streets, and the various buildings came to view as Bryan exited the Sofia Public Library.

He pulled the center front of his overcoat closer together as Bryan exhaled smoke from his mouth. This wasn't the smoke from cigarettes but water vapor—steam, if you like.

The cold air stung Bryan's cheeks as he pulled his gray muffler closer to his face. The temperature had gotten even colder in December. If he didn't have work today, he would have never stepped out of the house.

Bryan started to walk toward the farmer's market, his hands balled up inside the pocket of his overcoat.

He didn't feel like taking out a cigarette and smoking because his fingers would start to feel cold the moment he took them out of his pocket.