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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 308 Mermaid Statue

Upon seeing the MI6 identification, the old man inside immediately showed an expression of terror. Shard gave him a hard push, causing the old man to stagger backwards a step as he himself took the opportunity to enter.

With a bang, he shut the door behind him, raised his right hand to press down on his hat, and stood in the shadow of the entryway, towering over the old man. At that moment, his oppressive demeanor was fully apparent:

"If there's no problem, don't come to the attic to disturb me. I'll leave naturally after I take what I need."

"You, you..."

The old man, leaning on his cane with both hands, slanted against the wall, hadn't expected the young man to barge in like this.

"Any other questions?"

"No, none, but you can take his things. I'm not refunding the rent!"

He said in a loud, fearful yet resolute voice.

"Rent? Do you think I care about that?"

Shard deliberately laughed, then ignoring the old man behind him, began to climb the creaking staircase.