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

"Right, this is truly remarkable. Although this book is dangerous and could potentially cause loss of control if read excessively, disassembling several chapters to compile a new book that might allow Circle Sorcerers to obtain Spirit Runes is entirely feasible. Look, here is the story of ancient mermaids, the ancient wars between mermaids and mermen, the merging and antagonizing of the three main beliefs at Coldwater Port..."


The old man flipped through the pages casually, every page seeming to bring him new insights:


"Thus, my 'Coldwater Port Tri-Mystic Examination' can finally be completed with the last part."


A smile appeared on his face, then he looked up at Shard:


"As I said before, all material gains are yours to keep, while the intellectual ones we share. This one you've brought..."


Chapter 430: Sanctuary 13