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 cultists paid no mind to their dead companions; they stood there, eyeing Shard, with a faint semblance of encirclement. Relying on three Circle Sorcerers to even the odds against a True God Church squadron, Shard knew there must be something more formidable within the damp chapel, thus he wasn't confident enough to venture another attack.


Clinging to the only remaining fat merman priest, Shard glanced at Daknis and his companion. Naturally, they had sided with the mermen. However, Shard did not panic, the sea breeze coming from behind him indicated there was certainly a path beyond the stone wall:


"Everyone back off, or I can't guarantee I won't pull the trigger."


He spoke loudly. Since he had put on a mask before sneaking in wearing a robe, he wasn't afraid of being recognized.


The fat merman held hostage by Shard showed no intention of struggling at all. It continued to mutter prayers, as if Shard did not exist at all.


Chapter 410 Talking Demon