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

"If I'm not close to the ocean, my heart..."


The Princess covered her chest with her hand, and Shard subconsciously thought of something but then realized that it was the flesh of "Desire" affecting him.


"My heart feels empty and uncomfortable, truly uncomfortable, as if my soul is bound by scorching chains. I try to stay close to the ocean, and this distance is the furthest I can bear. Though the urge is still there, I can feel this red ocean calling out to me, but a few hours are still bearable."


"I can feel that, deep in the ocean, something is calling me, calling me to merge with It."


She closed her eyes, took a deep breath:


"Even if I just close my eyes, I seem to arrive at that giant ancient underwater temple in my dreams, and see that..."


Shard suddenly raised his voice, Lecia looked at him puzzled.


"Don't look at that thing anymore, it's not something good."


Chapter 417: The Church's Countermeasures