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

As autumn gave way to winter, construction of the new city halted, as the ground became too hard to dig through with mortal efforts, and it was far too extravagant to have the Transcendents do such labor. So, Malin directed the construction workers to focus their energies on the districts where foundations had already been dug, initiating the construction of usable new streets.


The mayor also found his purpose within the town hall, as the construction of the city walls required his signature and supervision—mainly because Malin didn't want the mayor to be lonely and daydream all day, and he also slipped him a wad of cash.


Initially, the mayor's expression wasn't too pleasant to look at, but he couldn't resist when Malin opened a suitcase filled with a stack of hundred Mowish notes. In the end, he shook hands with Malin warmly—the idea being that I wanted to scold Mr. Malin, but the money he offered was simply too much.


Section 455: A Toast to the Past (2)