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

Having confirmed the Old Fishman was dead, the Thirteen-Ring Sorcerer with the Holy Emblem pendant shook his head and spoke first:


"I don't know what grudges you harbor, but now I must leave. The High Priest of the Crimson Cult is dead, and there are many tasks yet to be done outside. Although the Sea Return is doomed to failure, we must still try to minimize the casualties."


"Oh? Don't you see that he is the second Chosen One?"


The Witch pointed toward Daknis, who slightly furrowed his brows, clearly still unaware of the reason he was being pursued.


The follower of the True God nodded, fixing Daknis's features firmly in his mind:


"But compared to the Chosen One, whose dealings we still do not know how to handle, saving the innocents we can save is my duty. I would like to take him back to the church, but rather than the still unknown Whispering Verses, I'd rather do something more practical."


Chapter 422: The Demon that Tempts Darkness