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 they could only stay for twenty minutes this time, Shard had to avoid topics that would drive Mr. Riddle mad and patiently inquire about the situation here.


Upon hearing that Shard wanted to know about the room, the disheveled man lowered his voice, and with bloodshot, swollen eyes and a painfully grim smile, he looked at Shard:


"Horror Fortress has no exit—entry is possible but not departure. However, a few beings can escape by other means. Look at this, sir!"


He pointed to the square table in the center of the room, which the oil lamp only half illuminated:


"It actually is a table! But don't be disappointed, this table is what the witches call a Relic! This table can summon a deity! I have completely figured it out, using this sealed table here, if you win against a deity in a gambling game, you can make a wish to them, and then we can get out!"


Chapter 447: The Gambling Table of the God of Gambling