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

Because he had gone to bed so late, by the time Shard woke up from bed again, it was already nine o'clock on Saturday morning. A full six hours of sleep had revitalized him. However, the cat, having only eaten the cat food prepared by Shard before bedtime without getting to drink any goat milk, was quite unhappy with "slothful" Shard.


So much so that during the trip to the photo studio to retrieve the pictures taken last time, and then to the post office to send them to Miss Gawder, the cat was completely indifferent to Shard.


But as soon as Shard took it into a restaurant, Mia seemed to instantly forget about her displeasure with that morning's breakfast. When Shard brought her to Dr. Schneider's Clinic, the cat returned to its usual self, energetically perching on Shard's shoulder and looking around inquisitively.


Chapter 442: Administrator Candidate