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

As Shard walked over with a frown, the stranger waved him over, indicating for Shard to sit down. Only then did Shard notice the stranger's slack skin; his right fingers looked as though they had spent too long in water, causing it to peel, and wore a white bone ring shaped like a skull with a small snake's head protruding from the skull's mouth.


The stranger's eyes lit up, and although his voice was filled with fatigue, his tone became a bit brisk:


"Have a seat. It's convenient to talk since all three of you are here."


He spoke with an unusually perfect Tobesk accent.


The voice of "her" rang in his ears. Shard hesitated a moment and glanced at both Princesses before sitting down opposite the strange man.


The man tapped the table, staring into Shard's eyes, and said:


"Allow me to introduce myself—I'm Victor Vanny."


He tilted his head slightly to one side:


Chapter 1015 The Reappearing Demon