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

"Lecia, what's wrong? If you can't handle it, let Dorothy take over for a while."


Supporting the princess, Shard hurriedly made the suggestion in the rain.


"No, our souls are connected. Even if I go to Tobesk, the curse will still..."


She was clearly grasping Shard's arm to stabilize herself, yet she unexpectedly took a step forward. Shard immediately tightened the fishing line and then felt a powerful force pulling him forward as well.


This power didn't seem to come from Lecia as she walked slowly forward; instead, it appeared that the fishing line was connected not just to Lecia but also to something invisible.


Shard braced his foot against the soft sand with his right hand extended, pressing it on the wet strands of the princess's hair:


The silver light sprinkled from the palm wasn't dazzling. But when the holy silver light shone on Lecia's face, the swollen merman tattoo actually emitted black smoke:


Chapter 418: Tattoo on the Fish Hook