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 young girl with brown hair seemed to be observing herself through Shard's eyes as she fiddled with the golden ring on her finger.


Shard had mastered the art of conversing with Miss Beath:


"Yes, and we both need each other. You seem to be a novice Circle Sorcerer of the True God Church, and you want to prove yourself, so you need a source of information outside the church, reliable allies and connections in this city."


Shard pointed to himself, realizing for the first time that he was quite eloquent:


"As a detective active in Tobesk City, I will inevitably face danger like today again, and I too will need someone to help me in those moments."


Instead, he took a step towards Miss Beath, who stepped back subconsciously, then felt slightly annoyed at being frightened by an ordinary person.


Chapter 128 Shard's Wordplay