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 end of the exam slowed down the tense pace of life a little, but the upcoming 15 practical credits and the Holy Prayer Day had nearly filled up the schedule for the next week.


Shard had no time to give himself more opportunities to relax.


Early Sunday morning, after having breakfast, Shard left the house. The whole week's delay finally allowed Mrs. Lemer's inheritance acceptance to proceed.


This not-so-brave middle-aged woman, having believed the horrifying rumors from her neighbors, had taken her children to live in the countryside temporarily after the citywide martial law ended last Friday.


Seeing that nothing else happened in the Tobesk Urban Area, Mrs. Lemer finally returned to the city and, as originally planned, accepted the inheritance of the deceased sailor on Sunday morning at her home.


Chapter 299: Legacy