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, standing by the window, suddenly thought of the answer.


Dr. Schneider stopped Shard's bold action:


"Anyway, no matter why you want to taste demon blood, a small amount should not be a major issue for a Three Ring Sorcerer like you. At worst, your esophagus might corrode or you might suffer a bout of insanity. Plus, don't you already possess the power of 'Gluttony'? That should make it even safer for you."


The detailed rules of the last party were still unknown, but the blood Shard had brought seemed to be distributed to everyone. If it was too dangerous, he wouldn't bring the demon blood. If the danger was moderate, he would still bring it. Sharing small amounts of several types of blood certainly couldn't last half an hour, and the vampiric deity would surely stretch the banquet until the very last second before declaring it over. So, for safety's sake, Shard needed to bring a variety.


Chapter 637 Nun and the Cat