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

"They didn't know Sir Lakin Prisia was The Chosen One, but you were right, Prisia did appear at the event as a Circle Sorcerer from Apna Library. The probability of him being an academic spy is almost one hundred percent."


The girl with purple eyes gently sipped her glass. After every special divination, her mental state wasn't very good:


"They talked about matters related to The Chosen One. Some time ago, you looked at the information Apna Library sold to Old John and learned that the Chosen One Ceremony needs to be held on the water. But that's not accurate; Apna Library left out a sentence—'The ceremony is placed on water', which is indeed the original text from the Fragment of Poem Chapter, but the full text actually is 'The ceremony is placed on an island on the water'."


Shard asked in surprise, then felt this requirement seemed more fitting.


Chapter 1014 "Master Alchemist