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 ship was rocking, and Shard squinted at the captain across the table:


"You're cheating. After I announced the answer, you moved the position of your tattoo."


"No, I'm simply making use of the rules. This does not violate any rule I've mentioned."


The almost frighteningly ugly pirate captain, capable of scaring the wits out of an adult, pointed to the white bread:


"Now, eat them, and we will continue to the second round. If you don't, I'll take it as you and your companion wish to stay aboard. She will become food for my master, and you will stay with us forever. Don't worry, the food is not poisoned; I wouldn't want to poison you to death. That would be no fun at all!"


The Evil Spirit Pirates laughed uproariously, and the fellow closest to the plate of white bread energetically pushed the dish toward Shard.


Chapter 331: The Merman's Elixir of Immortality