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

Trembling hands reached into the pocket searching for the toy in the coat, but even wrapped in three layers of heavy cotton, the bone-chilling cold was still unbearable.


Only then did Shard realize that this cold was a trait of the special location known as the Valley of Dead Silence. Otherwise, with his current physical condition, he wouldn't have been able to endure such coldness.


[If it weren't for you drinking the "Ice Crystal Butterfly" Blood Brew at the Gods' Soirée, which increased your cold resistance, the situation now would probably be even worse.]


Now was not a good time to stand in the snow discussing issues, although the snow layer in front of the valley was nearly completely flat, showing no traces of human activity. But, in the cave ruins of the curved cliff walls directly in front of the valley, one could vaguely see the glimmer of a campfire. At the same time, it seemed to be the entrance to the entire library ruins.


Chapter 670: Reuniting with an Old Friend Again