Salty Fish Pilot

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.

Steampunk: Sixth Era Epic

"The Academy must think similarly, after all, I haven't heard of any fresh Correspondence Circle Mage receiving a Keeper of Secrets Level Relic,"


Dr. Schneider also agreed with Miss Luisa's opinion that when it came to fate, Circle Mages were naturally very cautious.


Just by staring at that die, Shard felt a strong urge to pry it out from its setting. Fortunately, the die was still in containment, and Shard was fully able to resist this temptation.


Yet, he placed a finger on the die, wanting to feel its cold metallic touch.


In his mind, a whispering woman's voice suddenly emerged:


"The road of fate may fork under your feet, but with the right tool, one might choose the appropriate path. From 1 to 20, then from 20 to 1, you have seen your peculiar fate in the tumbling die. Now is the time to toss the die..."


"Are you sure you want me to roll the die now?"


Shard asked in surprise as the whisper resumed in his ear:


Chapter 42, 8pm