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

Laiyale looked at the full-length mirror in the clothing store, where a middle-aged man with a stubble appeared somewhat weary, his pale face adorned with a bright red, bulbous nose. "Sir, you really ought to drink less," the half-human old lady functioning as the store manager advised while she draped a shawl over his 'daughter,' appraising Laiyale's profile in the mirror.


"Sorry, Madam, sometimes a man can't help himself," Laiyale let out a sigh as he said this—he and his companion Clover had been dodging in and out of the shadows over the past week, barely managing to escape Naples and reach Rongma.


The whole affair had started half a month earlier when Laiyale got involved with ancient beings who gave him a mission to retrieve an ancient part from a ruin in the Eastern Wasteland.


Chapter 422: New Dawn (Part 5)