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

Outside the broom closet, the chains hung loose, apparently someone had unlocked it before, but the door was tightly shut. Shard tried pulling at it, and the frail wooden door immediately opened a crack.


He instinctively reached for the revolver at his waist, but hesitated for a moment, instead touching the Roder Card in his pocket. After all, this was a school, and Shard did not want to make too much noise by firing a gun. And besides, bullets can't turn corners, but his Roder Card could even trace a pentagram in the air.


Looking around, and taking advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention, Shard quickly slipped into the broom closet. Perhaps because mops were often put away wet, the sizable interior space was damp, about the size of the cloakroom in Shard's house.


To avoid the possibility that the chamber behind the wall was Henry Val's secret chamber, Shard held his breath and took slow, cautious steps.


Chapter 629: Predicting Death