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

Miss Luisa expressed dissatisfication to Shard's question and retorted:


"Shard, why should children be afraid? This fairy tale celebrates friendship, teaching them that even in the face of hardship and setbacks, the bond of friendship endures. The subtle touch of melancholy contained within is exquisite; it's actually my favorite fairy tale. Although, like the Matchstick Girl, it ends tragically, the story of the Kiss of the Tree makes one feel that only such an ending could be considered perfect, despite the sadness."


A rush of words spilled out, her slightly flushed face indicating her emotional excitement.


Shard, clutching his cat, pondered and tried to offer his own opinion:


"Miss Luisa, you see, if we interpret the story in a different way, the ancient tree might actually be a Relic or some kind of Evil Object that attracts beautiful girls, nurtures them and then consumes them, digesting their bodies to nourish itself..."


"Enough, Shard. Don't ruin my childhood memories,"


Chapter 197: Ever-Youth Leaf