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

Thus, Shard, who originally wanted to blend into the crowd, obtained the qualification to stand at the front of the platform. Although it was still the entry inspection stage, most of the important figures who were supposed to have arrived had already come.


Heads wearing hats bobbed up and down, craning on the platform to look towards the direction the tracks extended, hoping to be the first to see the arrival of the train.


In early winter, Tobesk City had yet to welcome this year's first snowfall, but the morning temperature was already very low. Elderly gentlemen wore fur-collared coats, and ladies' skirts were no longer as thin as in summer.


Though Priest Augustus still dressed in clerical robes, Shard keenly noticed that the robe was a thicker version.


Although Bishop Owen did not come, Shard recognized most of the clergy members from the Dawn Church sent this time. After exchanging pleasantries for a while, Shard asked Priest Augustus:


Chapter 887: Peace and the Era