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

"Although this matter has ended, I do not believe that the failure of the Crimson Cult was due to inadequate preparation," Shard suddenly said.


The witch, continuing with her meal, asked.


"They chose the wrong time. Had it not been during Daknis's stay at Coldwater Port, had it not been after the Godfall event at Tobesk, the Church and the Academy surely would not have committed such tremendous forces to deal with them," Shard answered, his dinner knife separating the fish flesh from its skeleton on the plate.


"But regardless, this time, just like in Tobesk, it is the Church, the face of righteousness, that has triumphed... And that God Summoner, she now has the qualifications to become a legendary figure in stories centuries from now... She might even be printed on Roder Cards."


More than worrying about his reputation, Shard looked forward to the possibility of becoming one of the faces on the Roder Cards.


Chapter 428: Mermaid, Kiss and the Moon