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

"We can't explain how you were able to come here," Hevy proposed this experiment, and sorry for not informing you in advance that you were the subject of this experiment... It was Hevy's idea as well."


Miss Galina pointed at the brown-haired witch, who was quite surprised to be credited with so many "ideas."


"Hevy believes that since you are immune to the witch's curse, there might be a deeper connection between you and the witches. Thus, we tried to bring you here, regardless of success, to gain new insights into your traits. However, no one expected it to actually succeed without any obstacles."


"This is very interesting, as before this no one thought of bringing people without witch powers into here, but there were never any successful cases."


Miss Aphrola considered for a moment, sizing up Shard:


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