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 he arrived at the station at nine-ten, he saw at least three trains depart before a steam train with a rare black paint job pulled into the platform from the south.


The locomotive of this steam train had a clearly different design from the others. Even those without much experience could tell that it was a special train.


Shard recalled the train timetable he saw earlier. This train was likely the special train that carried merchants from the southern foothills of the Rommel Mountains, running between the two countries. It was supported by both governments to save time and facilitate merchants traveling in groups, which was helpful for business.


He wondered to himself, standing motionless under the station's canopy where wanted posters and advertisement billboards were plastered. The train slowed to a halt, and with the sound of gas gushing, streaks of scorching white Steam Mist sprayed from the bottom of the carriage onto the platform.


Chapter 657 "The Resurgence of the Grey Hawk