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 Goddess of Fate, truly a cruel deity, she always arranges the paths for everyone, then smiles in the face of mortal rebellion—they would not understand that to her, whether one accepts their lot or learns to rebel makes no difference.


Rebellion is merely a switch to another path, and whether it's better or worse than the one before, she does not care.


She is a powerful deity, so powerful that even the four Evil Gods fear her not.


And she is also quite neutral, Nameless would not become angry over her actions, because mortals ultimately have their karma.


But the helplessness of mortals facing Chaos, the pain of distortion, and the suffering of being harvested—none of this concerns the Goddess of Fate. She just enjoys toying with the scales in her hands, human pain and pleasure are merely her tokens.


Section 454: A Toast to the Past (1)