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

At eleven fifty PM, with only ten minutes left till the end of the week, Shard fidgeted with the Time Key meticulously chosen by Professor Garcia and sat in the living room with the lights off.


The weather was nice tonight, with moonlight streaming in through the window. The tricolored moonlight mingled together, casting an odd glimmer on Shard's legs and the back of the cat lying on his lap.


Mia Cat was an orange and white feline, with its back predominantly orange, which, according to Shard's first impression when he had seen it on the rooftop, made it look like a white cat draped in an orange blanket.


Its fur was quite luminous, reflective under both sunlight and moonlight. Since Shard had a new Time Expedition scheduled for tonight and couldn't sleep early, the cat didn't go to the bedroom to sleep by itself; instead, it dozed on Shard's lap.


Chapter 446, Year 1784 of the Fifth Era