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 silent banquet hall, the Saint's pressure oppressed everyone present. If not for the special properties of Night Manor and the Deity's deliberate restraint, probably only Shard would be able to sit here at this moment.


"I understand, Deity, and thank you for allowing me to join your wine party,"


Shard nodded, saying pleasantries that cost no Gold Pound, his glance sliding to the other five individuals at the table.


These five people had come here of their own volition due to their respective desires, hoping that by attending the banquet they could realize goals unattainable by mundane means, so they weren't surprised by the directions given by the Deity.


"But do they really dare to seek help from the Evil God, are the people of the Fifth Era all so brave?"


After a snap of fingers, a glass goblet appeared by everyone's hand.


Chapter 567: Each's Blood Brew