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

"Indeed, these are the Spell Words. Do you also know of this ring?" 


Sister Delphine nodded, as the autumn wind on the cliff's edge blew, fluttering the hems of the blind nuns' robes. In the wind, they maintained the same posture, their eye masks reflecting the moonlight's glimmer, creating an indeed eerie sight.


"This Relic isn't well-known; I heard about it from Granny Cassandra. Even the Spell Words were spoken to me by her. It's said to be knowledge from her teacher. This Sage-Level Relic was originally under the control of the local Vampire Clan of Midshire Fort. According to Granny Cassandra's teacher, the Relic first appeared in the Fifth Era, when The Great One of the Vampire kind bestowed it upon a human male. After that mortal died in the Sicarl Mountain Region, the Relic returned to the Vampire Clan."


"I see... Died in the Sicarl Mountain Region."


Chapter 665: Sword Slaying the Demon