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

"Big City Player? Oh, yes, there's betting outside... Hmm... speaking of which, do we already know the contender's situation now?"


Shard asked distractedly, always feeling like there were eyes on him from behind. Of course, that was just an illusion; the two professors had chosen a corner spot to sit and were speaking in whispers, paying no attention to the "stranger" with his back to them.


Shard carefully took a sip of the strange drink in his cup.


"Not yet, but I've heard that this time there's even a holder of the Genesis Roder Card appearing."


Shard coughed and waved his hand to indicate he was alright:


"That's quite impressive. The newspapers should cover those key matches."


He whispered softly, trying to lower his presence, planning to stand up and leave a bit later. Otherwise, it would seem very strange if he left just as the professors came in.


Chapter 401 Eavesdropping