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

The source of the cries for help was precisely in the direction Shard needed to go. He walked briskly forward, and a huge figure gradually became clear through the fog.


At least three meters tall, its waist was more exaggerated than three Shards and a Mia combined. It wore armor patched together from numerous terrifying human faces, with the facial area densely scarred as if slashed by blades.


The more a spirit's appearance deviates from that of a normal person, the more powerful the evil spirit is. And the one in front of him was clearly the most terrifying type of spirit in the traditional sense.


Chapter 600 False Immortality