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

Since arriving in Huntington City for the first time on Thursday, and by Sunday evening, under the guidance of the resurrected wild wolf, seeing the mysterious lake at the edge of the Great Swamp, it took Shard only three days to get close to the truth of the legend.


But he couldn't spend all his time and effort in Huntington City, because in Tobesk on Monday, there were still many things awaiting his attention.


At half past six on Monday morning, Shard woke up on time, feeling as if a stone was pressing on his chest.


It was only after opening his eyes that he realized it wasn't sleep paralysis; it was cat paralysis. Mia, waiting for breakfast, was standing on the blanket over Shard's chest, staring at him with bright eyes.


Chapter 885: The Grey-Headed Eagle's New Mission