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

Shard approached Captain Lades by the wall, making sure the captain had only fainted.


"Kill him? Of course not, why would I do that?"


Shard questioned in his mind, preparing to rise and collect his Roder Card, and then wake the captain:


"What good does it do me to try and resist another's prophecy?"


The movement of getting up caused the air to flow past his ears, and vaguely, Shard felt a tuft of icy hair brush against his earlobe. It was just hair, but it sent a shiver through him:


Looking at the downed Henry Val, the Evil Spirit behind him had indeed vanished, so the current situation should be unrelated to it.


"Wait, the dangling hair by my ear... it's the Relic! [The Unfortunate's Long Hair]!"


[Outlander, a misfortunate fate is approaching you.]


Suddenly, a thick fog appeared all around, almost instantly about to engulf Shard and the other two people in the secret room. The familiar sensation made Shard immediately realize what it was:


Chapter 630: Misfortune and Good Fortune