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 man's height was similar to Shard's, but underneath the clothes, his figure was skinny. His head was slightly lowered, allowing his hat to cover his face; Shard couldn't see his features from his angle.


Shard put down the newspaper he was holding, pretending to look across the street. He took out a pocket watch that had been water-damaged in Coldwater Port, glanced at it, then shook his head and sighed as if complaining about the tardiness of the person he was waiting for. Then, he folded the newspaper and walked toward the other side of the street.


He passed by a woman in a red top, Mrs. Swan, who was momentarily attracted by Shard's appearance but did not stop after a glance.


Shard went straight to an antique shop at the corner of the alley, where the voice in his head also answered:


Chapter 369: The Darkness of the Human Heart