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

Unlike the eerie spatial movement to Saint Byrons, Shard did not see any illusions. As the voices beside his ear ceased, the surrounding mist instantly disappeared.


He felt as though he had not moved at all, and looking around, with the mist gone, he found himself in a familiar circular space, with the Ancient God Statue still lighting up under his gaze.


But this time, it was no longer the statue space beneath Saint Delan Square; there were no piles of miscellaneous items on the wall sides, and it was so clean that there wasn't even dust. Although still circular, this space seemed somewhat smaller, and the ceiling was higher:


"It worked... but this statue, too, is in such a circular space, it seems that the people who placed the statue in Saint Delan Square are the same group."


Chapter 224: The Cave