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

In the corridor, there were neither indescribable strange creatures nor terrifying evil spirits with transparent bodies, nor was there anything with a visible form.


There was nothing in the corridor where candle flames flickered.


In the depths of the corridor, where the fire had completely extinguished, the walls emitted a faint glow nearly merging with the darkness, flickering at a rate similar to that of a heartbeat.


Merely by gazing at those faint glows, Shard truly felt as if he had heard the throbbing sound of a massive heart. At that moment, his body and soul were completely frozen by time and space, and he vaguely understood something.


What he was looking at was Horror Fortress, and from the very beginning, there was nothing chasing him. That which exuded fear, seemingly driving away any intruders, was the Horror Fortress itself.


I love you