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 fleeing man's figure was shrouded in shadows, moving swiftly and agilely in a zigzagging pattern away from the carriage.


"I would dare to shoot... I mean, I'm out of bullets!"


But his right hand, hidden behind his back, already lit up with a faint silver light. Today, even if it revealed to Miss Beyas that he was a Circle Sorcerer, he couldn't allow a member of the Blood of Mercury who had seen his face to escape. Ruining Miss Annette's plan was still salvageable, but if the man escaped, things would become very troublesome.


The girl with brown hair uttered an unbecoming phrase while crouching slightly. The Brass Life Ring behind her spun rapidly, causing sparks as it fricted against the wall, and the golden miracle rune "Sunlight" suddenly flickered with spiritual light.


Chapter 127: Sunlight Gun