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

The burly man was controlled by Malin's Spiritual Energy. The surrounding vendors were clueless, some whispering secretly, others stepping back. But the little kitten finally managed to poke its head out from behind the stall, looking around: "Where is this?"


Malin took a glance at the kid, noting his decent attire—a pure cotton short-sleeve T-shirt, light brown capris, and the shoes, exquisitely beautiful, were the strongest proof he came from the future. Probably a kid who didn't know from which future he had come.


With that thought, Malin raised his hand and the burly man was pulled up by Spiritual Energy, then slapped against a wall. This wall was originally where vendors and buyers posted their needs, but was now commandeered by Malin: "Hey, kid, what's your name."


"Me? You first tell me where this is, who you are."


Section 449: Blood of Carter (Part 4)