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

The following Sunday, Shard had intended to go to the psychiatric hospital with the doctor to find a subject for creating a Mind Crystal, but No. 6 Saint Delan Square had been fully renovated and needed his personal inspection.


The inspection process and having the workers move the furniture from the basement to the upstairs took up the entire morning. By the time all the workers had left, it was nearly one in the afternoon, and Shard left the house with Mia.


He first locked the door, put the key in his pocket, then with a smile, took the key out again and unlocked it.


Although he didn't need a key to open the door, it felt like a ritual now.


He pulled open the door, walked in with the cat, and upon closing it behind him, took a deep breath facing the stairs:


Chapter 463: The Downgraded Relic