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

"Yes, so I dare to bet that the events matching the prophecy on that slab have definitely not exceeded three times in the past six months, or there might not even have been a single occurrence."


Shard nodded and looked down at Mia, who he was holding. His feelings were extremely complex at this moment; the epic of the Sixth Era was once again being advanced by his own hands.


"May I ask if there are any further clues about the second chosen one? Maybe we found the event, but there are too many survivors."


"The other parts of the 'Whispering Verses' held by the Council do not record the second chosen one, but our partners have provided information, indicating that the power of the second chosen has to do with darkness. Having missed the critically important first chosen one, now neither side will give up the second chance."


Chapter 343 Clouds Over Coldwater Port