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

A square stone table illuminated only where an oil lamp was placed on one half. There was a round stone stool beside the table that appeared to be fixed to the ground, immovable.


Mr. Riddle picked up his robe and sat down, with Shard standing behind him.


As Mr. Riddle took his seat, a soft "puff" sounded from the opposite side of the table. In the thick darkness of the other half of the room, which was completely impenetrable to the light, a faint yellow flame emerged.


Almost positioned symmetrically to the kerosene lamp at Mr. Riddle's side, a white stub of candle that had been burnt before appeared at the edge of the table on the other side. Wax had accumulated at the base of the candle, evidencing its previous use.


Its light was still diminutive, the size of a soybean, but at least it illuminated the other half of the table, revealing an enigmatic figure cloaked in black and hooded, seated opposite and who knows when it had appeared.


Chapter 448: A Magical Life