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

As both parties took their seats, the onlookers gradually lowered their voices, and then Mrs. Sangmi called out.


Following that, an elderly gentleman in the back of the crowd raised his hand:


He squeezed through to the front of the crowd to introduce himself, a regular at the Three Cats Inn and the owner of a nearby antiques shop.


"So, what rules shall we play? Basic three rounds, two wins? Draw until the deck is depleted, compare points? Or do you have another game in mind?"


Shard asked, left hand holding the deck, right hand pulling up, causing the 54 cards to oscillate between his hands, then he fluidly shuffled them there, sparking a highly enthusiastic discussion among the people.


Chapter 474: The Dice-Shaking Maid