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 massive Silvermoon hung high amid the Star Ocean, as the Deity held his arms aloft, his body inverted before Silvermoon:


"In the name of balancing the Ancient God, Lord of the Blood Feast, I shall render unto you judgment."


The dark gold luster of the Balance further suppressed the crimson glow, and the card in his hand flew from between his fingers, affixing itself before the Deity's heart.


In a trance, the girl with brown hair actually saw the translucent figure of a silver-haired woman, her form overlapping with that of the Deity, inverted before Silvermoon.


The night wind howled, and time seemed to stand still at this moment. The brilliance of Silvermoon reached its zenith, as if the body of the Deity was about to completely dissolve into the moon.


The inverted Deity fell, "Genesis: Silver Moon" received the divine cleansing, and the radiance of Silvermoon gathered at his left foot.


Chapter 275: The Left Eye