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 current situation was choosing two out of twenty-one, a probability significantly lower than the twenty-nine out of five that Shard had to choose from.


However, the girls had to keep choosing no matter what.


The sister in the white dress reassured her worried sibling not to be afraid, and just as she was about to speak, Shard knocked on the table, signaling her not to open her mouth.


He frowned again and sipped the liquid in his cup, the demon's Blood Brew was not harmful to the body; it was just bitterly hard to accept:


"Saint, you said that if I brought more blood, I could exchange it for a better blessing at the end."


The blood-sucking deity knew what Shard wanted to say, and He stared at the Outlander at the other end of the long table:


"So, you want to forsake the gift I offered you, to help this pair of twins?"


Shard glanced at the two girls with the corner of his eye:


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