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

In Shard's story, Lecia was a pen pal he occasionally corresponded with, whom he didn't recognize until after the "Coldwater Port Holiday." What Iluna was more concerned about was the lump of flesh Shard had consumed. Even that evening, as the three of them and a cat dined at a restaurant on Silver Cross Avenue, Iluna was still quietly cutting her steak and murmuring:


"Having eaten the flesh of a Level 0 Relic, you can still joke and laugh with us. Sometimes I even wonder if you are really human."


She joked, winking playfully at Shard, and her dress and hair accessories, prepared for the upscale restaurant, lent her a charm she didn't have before. The purple-eyed Female Diviner smiled and looked at Shard, who was feeding the cat.


This time, to celebrate the successful conclusion of the events in Coldwater Port, with Daknis as expected wounded and fleeing, they chose an upscale restaurant. The ladies wore evening gowns, and Shard was in formal attire.


Chapter 445 Time Curse