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

Shard, his body faintly marked with luminescent streaks, observed the new cards and looked across the table at the deity sitting silently there. As the light flickered, new cards appeared in the slots on the table in front of the deity, featuring a poised black-haired witch, standing with a sword in front of the temple.


From the "Dragon Catastrophe" card, a crimson glow emanated, and from the second witch's card, a bright white light poured forth.


Not just crimson and white, but the initial black and gold from the first two cards also flowed towards the table, filling more grooves. Eventually, four colors of light met in dozens of slots at the center of the table.


The dragon roared, entwined with a multitude of evil spirits, and began to battle with the spectral forms of the two witches at the center of the table.


Chapter 449: The Significance of Transcending Time