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

"Gun sense. Use spiritual energy as your field of view and shoot through the images constructed by your spiritual energy. You won't even need to look directly at the enemy with your naked eyes to kill them," Malin said, signaling the child to give it a try.


"I just felt spiritual energy for the first time today with your help!" the child exclaimed.


"Yes, the world still has the killers who murdered your father waiting for you to kill them. So, why not put in a little more effort? You're the last descendant of me and Maya, child. I don't want to see this branch of the family die out."


"...I understand." The child said while closing his eyes and firing off all the bullets in quick succession.


Well, not bad, two shots hit the target, but they were from the next lane over.


Innocent bystanders are probably the most eager to call the police.


Chapter 449: The Blood of Carter (Part 4)_3