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's physical prowess was simply too strong, so it was the other party who got knocked down. Emitting a cry of pain, the stranger nearly fell to the ground if not for someone catching him. This, however, was not an attempt at fraud on Shard's part—the stranger was just too old.


Shard offered a slight nod as an apology, and the elderly gentleman he bumped into shook his head, indicating it was nothing.


Shard's pupils contracted slightly as he recognized the man who seemed eager not to draw attention to himself—it was Ruhr Higgins, the language scholar from the United Kingdom of Carsonrick, who lived on the fourth floor of the Sicarl Inn, whom he had just thought of an hour before.


Without showing the surprise he felt inside, Shard helped Professor Higgins pick up his fallen hat before continuing on his way.


Although he said that, Shard didn't turn around:


Chapter 651: The Spy and the Vampire Kind