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

The deeper he walked inside, the more he felt the entire space filled with malice. The sensation of facing a deity became clearer and clearer, with whispers, murmurs, and even incomprehensible sounds of agony appearing as if the empty temple was actually filled with invisible figures.


He felt the briny wind, sharp as a blade, blowing from the direction of the Holy Emblem. Cracks appeared on Shard's face, but soon a golden glimmer seeped through.


He felt the surging fire, rising like a behemoth from beneath his feet. The touch of pain on his soul was momentary, soon suppressed by a more potent force.


He felt the destructive thunder, like a hammer in the hands of a deity, falling from above his head. Power resisted and buffeted him, but this familiar higher-dimensional force excited Shard even more.


He felt the lingering water, like the hands of the gentlest lover enfolding him. His steps became slow, but they were firm. Desire couldn't stop him, and neither could these illusions.


Chapter 423: Golden Pearl