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

Having introduced the rules, the deity in front of the bottle saw the cork pop open automatically. The bottle began to levitate, pouring the scorching, blood-red liquid into a glass cup. After a gentle swirl, the aroma of the drink gradually dispersed, and then He drank it:


"A nice flavor, it's the blood from that Magma Community."


After speaking, He gestured invitingly to the five people across the long table.


"Sorry, what would happen if someone chose wrongly?"


Shard asked from the other end of the long table, where nearly everything was blood-red, and the mere decor was enough to cause considerable discomfort.


"Of course, nothing can be wasted. You drink what you pick until you find the correct one. You're quite lucky to have brought exactly six types of blood. If one less, I fear one person could never leave."


The deity explained, and Shard looked up at Him:


"So, aside from the blood I brought, the others in the bottles are your collectibles?"


Chapter 639: Departing Guests