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

""Curious about the changes in your body? You've absorbed my flesh and blood, so if there weren't even these little changes, wouldn't I be a bit too weak?"


The decapitated head said with a beaming smile:


"You see, I didn't play any tricks this time, did I?"


Shard nodded, retracting the chain. However, the chain didn't disappear into thin air, it retracted into the sleeve of his robe, and yet he felt nothing entering his sleeve.


"I can feel the flame of desire in your soul, very pure."


The head continued to praise in a low voice. Shard shook his head vigorously and took a deep breath to adjust his condition, making sure that he had completely recovered both physically and mentally before planning to leave.


The first rays of sunlight had shone on Coldwater Port dozens of minutes ago; he was still preoccupied with the redhead Princess.


Chapter 415: The Red Sea