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

Before Jason's satellite was in position, Malin had discussed the drone issue with Jason, who said it was no problem, as long as the drone factory could be restarted, he could replace them with cheaper and more reliable drones.


Then Malin, being nosy, asked where the drone factory was located.


"There are three factories in the European region, one in Madrid, one in Oslo, and another in Moscow," Jason answered.


"I shouldn't have asked." Malin rolled his eyes—Madrid was now who knows whether under the sea or in some godforsaken place; Moscow is now at the heart of the Dark Zone; Oslo's still there, but that damned place now has an average daily temperature below minus one hundred degrees. The issue with the workshop isn't whether it can be used but whether workers can even survive there, let alone work.


Unless there was a way to dismantle the entire factory and bring it back, there was no chance of resuming operations.


Section 439: John Wick (5)