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 Maze Lock had already been deployed, and although its power couldn't be maintained for too long, it was enough for Shard to gain the upper hand.


He looked past the delicacies on the table and the snowflakes drifting in the air, at the merman captain sitting opposite to him, wanting more:


"I want to gamble with you fairly, a wager for each round, playing cards to compare sizes. For the first round, I'll bet on the method to lift the 'Song of the Mermaid' curse from this lady by my side."


The cards on the table were straightened by him, with the falling snowflakes landing on them but leaving no trace. The curse on Miss Princess and the power of the pirate ship had the same origin, and the other party must know something.


Chapter 335: Wishes, Jumping into the Sea, and Wooden Planks