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

"Do you think this place is somewhere you can just come and go as you please?"


Shard wanted to argue with Daknis, but the old priest who had been overpowered and beaten by the Church's Thirteen-Ring Sorcerer suddenly raised his voice and asked.


Perhaps feeling insulted, his face, which was very much like that of a fish, became flushed with anger, and the three Holy Emblems on the back of his hand and forehead were glowing:


"Show some respect, humans! What do you think this place is?"


Shard and Daknis exchanged glances, then both looked towards the fishman. Surrounding the old fishman was a transparent protective shield made of liquid, while the machinery operated by the Church of Creation's Thirteen-Ring Sorcerer was trying to contaminate it.


"The age of man will surely be ended by the age of the deep sea. When the light of civilization extinguishes and the world moves towards its end, all will return to the deep sea!"


421 Merman's Prophecy