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

When Shard concentrated all his attention on the notebook in front of him and tried his best to recall and organize language to complete a complete logical framework, time seemed to pass by so quickly.


Even "she" did not disturb Shard, who was fully immersed in the woods, on this quiet afternoon. It had been a while since Shard had focused his mind for intellectual work outdoors, and he found the feeling of writing things down in the wind in this undisturbed forest rather pleasant.


His plan was to use the contemporary mathematical knowledge of the Sixth Era to complete the proof of what his homeland referred to as "Euler's formula" and some of its extensions. But halfway through the outline, he realized that the topic involved too many issues, and the existing mathematical tools were still quite lacking, so he had to supplement with things like mathematical induction, which he considered common sense.


Chapter 891: The Lake Goddess's Trial