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

When Shard, holding two leaves, backed out of the bedroom, the cat sprawled lazily beside the pillow just lazily meowed, giving Shard, who she hadn't seen for three seconds, a greeting.


By the look of it, she was not planning to get up now. The cat's daily routine was extremely regular. She wouldn't get up before six-thirty, and at six-thirty sharp she would definitely wake Shard up to prepare breakfast.


[Outlander, you have returned to the current time.]


[A message from the Ancient God "Father of the Infinite Tree":]


Listening to the voice beside his ear, Shard looked at the two leaves and the entangled black and white hairband in his hands with a touch of melancholy. The success of the hairband's presence in the current time proved they were just ordinary items:


"This time, I feel like something's not right."


Chapter 641: Souvenir of the Time Key