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

Ignoring the terrible scene conjured by "The Caller of Tobesk" behind her, the witch's brown hair was tossed about by the sea breeze. Miss Aurora, who was chasing after the enemy on the sea surface, even had the mind to recall the unfamiliar man in the temple who refused to catch up.


She faintly guessed that he was The Caller of Tobesk, and reflecting on it now, his sudden appearance in the temple seemed not because of the merman, not because of The Chosen One, but because of the temple itself.


The Thirteen-Ring Sorcerer, who should have been seriously injured from the God Summoning in Tobesk and wouldn't recover for decades, stayed alone in the temple for less than five minutes, yet he managed to regain such terrifying power. This implied many things:


"Is there something else in the temple of the merman? He was actually trying to get us all to leave just now... How despicable."


Chapter 425: Sunrise Over Coldwater Port