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

"Acquiring this briefcase was actually very complicated."


Shard said slowly, snapping open the locks on either side of the briefcase. He was not afraid of any self-destruct mechanism inside; if need be, he could use the "Breath of Ages" to revert back.


"I guess it must contain something extremely vital. Like... the troop deployment map on the Southern Draleon border."


"Or, the blueprints for the Kingdom's most advanced warship or the methods for smelting special alloy,"


"Or, the private details of the Kingdom's politicians or a detailed list of bribes received by civil servants,"


Lecia said offhandedly, as all three looked towards the black leather briefcase on Shard's lap.


"In this era, there should be nothing more important, worth stealing by so many top agents, right?"


[Outlander, do you really think these are the most important things?]


Chapter 655: The Progress of Civilization (Part 2)