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

And this time it was stronger, the source of the elemental traces was still the corpse and not the dagger, and this phenomenon could already explain some issues.


"Priest, we can't harm it anymore, it will only make it stronger."


"Of course, I understand. Is there a way to briefly control it? Just for a few seconds!"


"Certainly, Priest, lure it under the tree!"


Shard replied, and so the Priest, baiting the corpse, began to run forward.


In the clattering sound, pitch-black chains extended from Shard's sleeve. As Priest Augustus turned his head with a look of surprise and doubt, the chains climbed up the tree trunk and wrapped around the thickest branch twice before falling down, forming a circle on the ground and tying a knot.


Chapter 440: The Power of Karmic Sin