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

"Something's not right, Granny Cassandra's information didn't mention any attacks like this."


Shard approached the window with his sword in hand, reaching out to draw back the crimson curtains, but as his hand was about to touch the seemingly high-quality fabric, a large mouth suddenly emerged from the curtains, attempting to bite his hand.


"It seems like this place has suddenly become filled with malice towards me."


Shard withdrew his hand, and the curtain returned to normal.


He turned around and walked towards the door when suddenly, the sound of cracking and popping echoed once more from the second floor.


"Could it be someone arrived here before me did something and caused Sin Mansion to undergo further changes?"


Shard didn't believe the changes were caused by him, as he truly hadn't done anything.


"Can you feel anything?" he asked in his mind.


Chapter 701: Undefeated