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

Shard slowly walked into the water, but he furrowed his brow as he looked at his arm.


Although he had experienced swimming in the sea many times before, this time as he entered the water, he distinctly felt an increased affinity with it. This so-called affinity didn't mean he could manipulate the ocean, but rather that the ocean seemed to welcome Shard's return. When his skin came into contact with the seawater, it even felt smoother than when it touched air on land.


This definitely wasn't because the seawater had turned red; after all, Shard had no connection with the "Lord of the Crimson Spiral." Therefore, it was probably the lump of flesh he had just eaten that had enhanced his affinity with water.


"What Level of Relic are you, exactly?"


Chapter 416: Sea Return