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

"So, it is indeed the lowest rank of undead creatures. Even though its strength and agility are astonishing, its intelligence is purely that of a beast. Can it not see how dangerous I am?"


Shard thought to himself as his right hand drew the Moonlight Greatsword from thin air. As the ghoul approached, he thrust the sword forward—


The ghoul agilely twisted its body in midair to dodge Shard's first strike, but the second strike that appeared out of thin air pierced directly through its skull.


Its "life force" was incredibly tenacious, and it still lunged toward Shard's neck even after being wounded, but Shard easily dodged it.


With a sweep of his hand, the arched light blade split the fallen ghoul in two. The two halves of the body wriggled trying to escape, while a stinking black-green fluid oozed from the wounds.


It took some time before it finally stopped moving, confirming to Shard that it had truly entered "death."


Chapter 589: Volcano, Interstice, Death