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

Raindrops struck the colorful stained glass of the small church, and amidst the incessant sound of the rain, two people, half a century apart in age, continued their conversation.


Shard pondered the direction of the topic and then spoke,


"Speaking of which, I'm curious why Mr. Worsent wasn't buried with the rest of the Worsent family, but instead by you..."


"Back then, he wanted to marry me, but everyone in the family opposed it. When we got married, Earl Old Watsont said that my husband would never set foot in the Worsent family cemetery. It was as hot that summer as this year, he was the son of the Earl, and I was just a girl from the poor slums of Tobesk. So many years have passed..."


The old woman's eyes widened, her rims slightly moist. Mr. Watson the Ghost had no expression on his face, leaving Shard uncertain whether it was due to a lack of soul resulting in emotional deficiency, or intentional restraint.


Chapter 242: The Regretful Gift