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

"Doctor, are you using hypnosis smoke?"


As Shard pushed the door and entered the bedroom, he asked out of curiosity, in fact even more curious about how the doctor who emitted the smoke was unaffected.


"No, this is my 'Mist of the Sleeping Dragon', a spell from my Arcane Technique. Sometimes, I use it to assist in patients' hypnosis for therapy. Don't worry, he is just an ordinary person; unless we make a lot of noise next to his ear, he is not going to wake up tonight."


Although Dr. Schneider's luck was not great, his professional skills were still trustworthy.


After entering the somewhat cramped bedroom, the two of them checked the room to ensure there were no other dangers before they would enter the dream. During this time, Luther Kinwis, who lay on the bed, showed no signs of awakening, even as the two men who had finished checking the room placed their hands onto his head one after another in the dark— the sleeping man did not stir.


Chapter 489: Dream of Fire