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

"Mr. Barton, what's wrong? Do you need me to call someone?"


Shard stood up abruptly, wanting to approach the other, but Joey Barton immediately waved his hand to stop Shard from coming closer:


"I'm fine, really, don't call anyone. I just... overused my eyes. This strange Talent cannot be frequently used, yes, the gifts of Fate always have other costs."


Although he said he was fine, he still covered his face with his palms, his entire body trembling.


Iluna, who was "quietly" by the side, didn't stand up like Shard did. Her eyes scanned the surroundings, then she extended her right finger and gave a slight hook. The Roder Card lying on the coffee table flipped automatically under the pull of Sorcery, and Shard's gaze was attracted to the front of the card.


Chapter 715 [Genesis: Death]