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

Just as always, Malin woke up promptly at 0700 hours in the morning. Malin had to admit, after having a good night's sleep, that the bed was indeed better than any he had slept in over the years; its material was unknown, soft yet never sagging, and paired with absolutely refreshing air conditioning, it was a sensation he hadn't felt in many years.


In Carterburg, the weather was either cold or on its way to cooling down.


And most importantly, last night Malin had played a game from a Polish company before going to sleep—the so-called "dream fulfillment" was probably exactly what this was about.


Breakfast consisted of peanut butter with slices of bread, and the local core AI even inquired about Malin's allergy history. Of course, Malin didn't have any allergies, so he happily ate breakfast and began to change his clothes.


Dressed in a Jane-style coat selected by Dorothy for him, Malin put on his shoes and walked out of the room.


Section 406: Mechanical Mind (Part 6)