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

"Sorry, ten months ago? Are you saying that I died at the beginning of this year?"


Not only Shard was surprised, but Sister Delphine also slightly raised her head to look at the "boy".


"I, I died at the beginning of this year?"


Shard repeated, incredulously pointing at himself:


"Mr. Barton, you can't be serious. Please hold my hand and tell me if I'm still alive."


Even according to the time the original host's body was taken over by this Outlander, the "time of death" should have been the third week of June this year, not the much earlier beginning of 1853.


As Shard spoke, he reached out his hand. Joey Barton indeed made an effort to stand up, bent over, and grasped it.


He only touched it briefly before letting go, and the "boy's" face still wore a look of disbelief:


"The divination just now was 'Death', and now this... Oh, Mr. Watson, sorry, I think I can't perform a divination for you."


Chapter 677: The Priest's Talent