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

There was no girl, only a harpy's rotten, foul-smelling husk. A burst of sacred spiritual energy set the husk ablaze, and Malin turned to walk towards the farmhouse.


Malin frowned and, drawing his gun, turned around, only to see the young girl from his past charging at him.


"Malin, why did you kill me? We haven't seen each other for so long."


Malin pulled the trigger, erasing the harpy's last vestige of thought from this planet.


Hmph, what a waste, only capable of tempting its victims with illusions.


Malin turned and went back to the farmhouse where the girls and several assistant priests had seen his fight. The assistant priests praised Malin excessively, proclaiming that it was no wonder that Sir Malin, who had won legendary battles, could maintain a clear mind amidst a harpy's temptation.


Anyway, they flattered so much that Malin had no choice but to return a few compliments.


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