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

After examining the box, Shard hesitated to speak, but Mr. Camelon was quite pleased:


"Detective, did you find the compartment in the box? I also suspected it was a scam, but I am quite sure it doesn't have a compartment, it's indeed an age-defying technology."


"I think your client must have bought a fake Victor's Box. Perhaps someone heard about this special technology and wanted to create a fake to deceive people. Detective, you should investigate from this angle rather than questioning the authenticity of this technology."


The sincere conviction in his words contrasted sharply with the box on the table.


Shard nodded with pursed lips, took out his Mind Crystal Ring from his pocket, put it on while hiding his hand behind his back, and turned his head to look at the window, outside which was a city shrouded in thick fog:


Chapter 1009 Burning