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

Shard had just stepped into the hall when someone grabbed his wrist.


The tall, thin middle-aged man in black leather shoes was almost face to face with Shard on his side, Mr. Cyndia Mark, Vice President of the Prophet's Society Tobesk Branch, but it really gave Shard a fright.


"Mr. Hamilton, you've finally arrived."


Mr. Mark released his hand, giving Shard the opportunity to reach for his pocket watch, but it was only nine-thirty in the morning.


"You are not late, it's me who is too early."


"Mr. Mark, what time have you been waiting here for me?"


Shard could imagine the middle-aged gentleman pacing back and forth in front of the society's door waiting for him.


"Nine o'clock. Mr. Hamilton, you don't understand how important today is for me."


Chapter 129 Big City Player