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 looked seriously at the princess in front of him, her face slightly flushed as she gazed back at him.


Suddenly, he lurched forward, pulling Angelina into the room with him.


But he didn't charge forward. Instead, as he held the sixteen-year-old girl, he exerted force with his feet, and they both simultaneously spun backward, Shard's hands crossing behind the princess.


The gun in his right hand accurately hit the head of the man cowering in the right corner of the wall. Although Shard had never trained in shooting, the man was just too close to him.


The four Roder Cards in his left hand flew out, and under Shard's deliberate control, the cards did not slice through the man's throat but instead struck his wrists and the fingers on the trigger.


Another bang—the gunshot still went off as the enemy behind the door pulled the trigger, but the pain made him lose his aim, and he hit no one.


Chapter 485: The Cavendishes