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

"I think you must be the only outsider," a soft voice whispered beside his ear.


"The appearance of an outsider is luck within luck, a miracle to find even one. A second is simply impossible," the voice explained.


"Then why does 'The Little Match Girl'..."


"In this world, there are no coincidences, only the inevitable built upon the inevitable. Besides, haven't you already guessed the reason?"


Shard smiled. If there was no second outsider, the answer was indeed clear.


Today was Wednesday, after midnight, exactly one week since he last used the Time Key:


"It seems I, as an outsider, am not without possessions," he remarked.


Again, the pleasing laughter of a woman filled his ears.


Realizing that Miss Luisa was talking to him, Shard looked up, embarrassed, and said,


"Sorry, I was lost in thought. What did you say?"


"I said, if you don't take care of your cat, it's going to jump out of its basket soon,"


Chapter 111: The Second Meeting