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

Malin had already decided, if there wasn't an answer within three minutes, he would truly cleave the guy before him alive.


Yet, it hadn't even been thirty seconds before their chief crawled out from the portal, and with an outstretched hand, delivered a slap to the kid, then came before Malin, "I apologize, your excellency, my subordinates have not heard of your renown, please forgive them by all means."


Upon hearing those words, what anger could Malin hold? Such a giant character was so humble, and although being a giant he didn't smack the young man to death with an ear slap, considering he was facing another giant, Malin decided to turn a blind eye and just deal with it. 


You can't really have him actually kill the kid.


"With those words from you, I can forgive your subordinates. Which faction does this child belong to? Tell me," Malin said softly, looking down at the child.


Chapter 347: So Small (Part 1)