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

"Your Excellency, are your workers really going to be okay?" the Healer looked towards Malin, asking with some concern.


Malin nodded in response, "Trust me, sir, humanity that has embarked on the industrial path fears nothing."


Recently living in the Science Academy, the elven ambassador gazed thoughtfully at the mechanical body before him—when exactly had humans progressed to such a terrifying extent?


The Firearm that could shoot without the need to pull back a bolt had a range far surpassing that of the elven longbows.


The cannon, capable of destroying all unprotected targets within an area of 100 square meters, had a rate and range of fire far quicker and more distant than that of elven Mages.


457: Trouble Comes to the Home (Part 2)