Half-step Purgatory

For a long time, Malin always felt that Fate had been quite generous to him. Although he had to face that life-threatening job every day, as long as he had the lovely Leopard Girl cooking delicious food for him daily, and as long as there was meat to eat and cats to stroke, life wasn't too unbearable. Working a bit harder and facing some difficulties on the job weren't really an issue for a man.
Moreover, being able to live two lives meant one shouldn't have too high demands, right, Mr. Different-Kind?
Having said that, and without waiting for an answer, the young man snapped his fingers, and the white flame on his fingertip lit the tobacco in his other hand, then he flicked it towards the non-human entity on the stake.
Welcome to Abield, to witness the last splendor of the steampunk era.
And the madness.

Steampunk Era: Mad Abield

"That thing... should be a greatsword, right?"


His Majesty the King, sitting in the viewing stand, looked at the weapon in Malin's hand and asked the Earl beside him.


The latter was silent for a moment before nodding, "By its length, it indeed qualifies as a greatsword, but given Lord Malin's current stature, it's a bit too small."


Yes, it was a bit too small. As the referee came up to confirm both parties' consent, Malin waved the greatsword in his hand with one hand—the World Tree Sapling had formed a greatsword, but in terms of weight, for the current Malin, it indeed felt like the importance of a small branch.


"My lord, you truly intend to duel with Lord Sayer Kayte, correct?" the referee approached Malin.


Malin nodded, "What does Lord Sayer Kayte say?"


Chapter 293: Duel (2)