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

Dorothy was in such bad shape that Shard couldn't let her go back to her apartment on Feather Quill Street so late, so she ended up staying the night at Shard's, while Shard slept on the sofa.


Because the sofa was too small for Mia to lie down next to the pillow, she settled on the soft back of the sofa... and then "accidentally" rolled up at 6:30 a.m., landing right on Shard's chest.


Shard couldn't remember what he had dreamt about, but when he opened his eyes and sat up, he still remembered that his dream had ended with No. 6, Saint Delan Square collapsing and trapping him beneath it.


"Mia, how did you fall down? Are you so careless?"


With sleepy eyes, Shard threw off the blankets, originally thinking Mia had fallen accidentally, but after waking up, realizing the subtle timing of "half-past six," he suspiciously looked at the cat:


Chapter 645 of the Poem Fragments