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 light of dawn was already shining on the courtyard of the Russell Estate, and in front of the smoky bonfire, the Old Witch took another glance at Shard:


"That's very good. Young man, rest assured, I am very open-minded. Your affair with Galina, I won't gossip about it."


Whether it was an illusion or not, from the corner of his eye, Shard thought he saw Sister Delphine, who was always expressionless, smiling. But when he looked carefully, her fair face under the silver crown-shaped mask was still without emotion.


After the excitement had worn off, fatigue was now washing over Shard. That night, he had continued to fight against the Evil Spirits, ventured into the Land of Death, used Maze Lock, and even attended the Evil God's soirée. Even if his physical exhaustion was tolerable, his mental fatigue was beyond his control.


Chapter 612 Successful Rescue