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

Shard hurried over, intending to help Priest Augustus heal, but the old man frowned and shook his head:


He grunted, and a slow-emerging white glimmer revealed itself in the palm of his hand. That sanctified white glimmer, casting light over Shard's side, made him feel as though his soul was being baptized. The light deeply captivated Shard; he widened his eyes because the Enlightenment gained from reading "The Mad Light Chaser" was slowly accumulating, but it wasn't enough yet to form a new Spirit Rune.


In the light, Augustus's arm gradually healed, and the dagger too began to tremble under the white light, eventually being completely suppressed by the brightness.


Voice low, Priest Augustus lamented, removed the Holy Emblem from his chest, pressed it onto the dagger, then whispered a prayer for a good while before stopping:


"Do you have any kind of container? Something that can hold this?"


Chapter 439 Corpse Explosion