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

"I'm probably the first unlucky guy in this era to be beaten up by two princesses at the same time." With a bruised face, Logan held an ice pack to his chin as he complained to Malin and also kept an eye on his Miriam, "I hope they don't lead my Miriam astray. And speaking of which, it seems like you've never been beaten up."


"They can't beat me." Malin stated bluntly, patting the shoulder of his speechless old friend.


Kid, don't you get it? Of the two men sitting here, you're the most punchable one.


"How come I never realized that, you bastard, I'm the only one they can actually beat up."


That's right, at your level, just four Mages would be enough to give you trouble you couldn't handle.


While sighing, Malin took out a cigarette and lit it for him, "Seriously though, who's the boy your cousin has taken a liking to?


Chapter 427: Heart as Tough as Iron (Part 1)