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

"God... Godfall! The Sixth Era still has other Benevolent Gods!"


Someone by the long dining table murmured, but everyone was compelled to avert their gaze from the figure at the end of the street, an entity not meant to be beheld by mortals.


A vast Silvermoon hung high above, as the blood fog swept back in. At one end of the dining table, the Deity met the gaze of the deity from the road's end in the long night.


Time seemed to stand still in that moment, the blood-red light interwoven with the light of the Silvermoon. The ground vibrated, and the wind howled as if even the world itself was uneasy.


A gentle voice arose in the minds of everyone still able to maintain consciousness, a deity under the silver moonlight pointing towards the sky, a dazzling Light Trace blazing from the fingertip; a momentary holy brightness scattered the blood fog covering at least half the city.


Chapter 274 The Power of Impermanence