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 problem now is, when should we initiate the action?"


Miss Beyas pinpointed the crux of the matter. In the brightly lit lounge, in just a few dozen minutes of planning, they had already formed a preliminary strategy for the operation.


Before tonight, they couldn't imagine things would go so smoothly, but each of the three had their own special attributes, and they were all formally trained Circle Sorcerers from the Church and the Academy. Although the Silver-Eyed One, a Nine Rings sorcerer, was from an illegal organization and had sustained serious injuries. The combined ring count of the three of them only equaled that of the injured Silver-Eyed One, but in a fight between Circle Sorcerers, rank alone was far from enough.


Chapter 222 Ball