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

"To be honest, Miss Aphrola, I thought you would be the kind of person who would love to kill me."


Shard extended his hand, and the witch hesitated before grasping it, murmuring softly in wonder:


"Why should I kill you? What benefit would that bring me? However, this is indeed the first time I've shaken hands with a man since I became an adult."


The witch's hand was soft, and Shard asked:


"Your hand is rough, although it is recovering, I can still tell that you probably did heavy labor before."


She withdrew her hand, then gestured toward the top of Shard's head. A black spider jumped from his hair into the palm of her hand, then climbed to her face and turned into a subtle beauty mark below her eye.


"So, this spider belongs to you? Did you really smell the scent of the ocean on me earlier?"


Chapter 407: Wine Cellar