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

The Mayor of Nobel City, Mann, stood atop the city walls, surrounded by nobles and citizen representatives showering him with compliments.


Life's twists and turns are truly unsettling.


Half a month ago, Mayor Mann overruled all opposition to buy thirty-six heavy fortress cannons retired from the military for his city.


Back then, it was these same people who said that Mann had gone mad, spending money on something utterly nonsensical.


They all pretended to be pleading on behalf of the citizens, even suggesting that Mann must have received some personal advantage—who else would throw in an extra 4,000 Mowish of their own money?


But it was because Mann had connections—already a month prior, the academy in The Capital had declared that over the next few years, the number of rifts connecting to the Otherworld would gradually increase.


Chapter 395: Saving the Collapsing Building (Part 4)