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

Having seen off the last Wizard, Malin looked at Rolinsha and John, "You two should come with me to Carterburg. I'm not sure if Mr. John still has the Spell Talent, but Rolinsha, you are ultimately still a Wizard, so it's time for you to meet the giant oak." "Thank you, Lord Malin," Mrs. Rolinsha said, looking deeply moved. In Malin's eyes, she was immersed in joy, while John, after kissing the ring on Malin's hand, led Rolinsha by the hand into the teleportation portal that Malin had opened for them.


"This is my first time facing Nameless directly, and truth be told, unexpectedly, he doesn't quite seem like a deity," Jason commented after everyone had dispersed, expressing his astonishment. Malin felt much the same way—the gods he had come to know of through books, movies, or other means always bore a stark difference between belief and disbelief.


Only Nameless did not care whether you believed in him or not, just whether you were aligned with his faction.


Chapter Four Hundred and Twelve: Promotion