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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 239: The Truth About the Murder

"The expression is normal, with no signs of aggression towards the living. When it appeared, it didn't cause people nearby to unconsciously fall into a state of panic, and only I, the Circle Sorcerer, could observe it... Not an Evil Spirit, just a soul that's unwilling to leave."

Shard silently summarized in his heart, but outwardly remained expressionless as he looked toward the old woman reminiscing about her past life behind the small pulpit of the church.

There are many reasons why a soul does not depart with the physical body upon death. In this world, where the Transcendent and Mysticism exist, relics, the power of gods, the power of strange Evil Objects, unfortunate places of death, coincidental birth and death times, peculiar ways of dying, and the soul's own traits, among others, all could cause this phenomenon.