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

"Detective, that was impressive, your Silvermoon Slash just now was almost more powerful than my Sunlight Gun. Sage-Level Relic, truly extraordinary."


Having confirmed the opponent's death, Miss Beyas praised between breaths, taking a small bottle filled with holy water from her pocket and drinking from it, as she had expended a considerable amount with the Arcane Techniques she used continuously.


Shard looked down at the necklace on his neck then back at the body of the Five-Ring Sorcerer. If the opponent hadn't opted to transform into Ghost Mist, the three of them wouldn't have won so thoroughly.


"Even among Sage-Level Relics, the necklace you borrowed from some lady, detective, is quite amazing, oh~"


Miss Annette grimaced in pain, clutching her chest and moaned before sitting down on the stairs. Even in victory, the cost was not absent; she was injured.


Chapter 253: Appearance of the Blood Spirit School