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 latter clutched his foot and hopped around for a while, then limped to catch up with Malin.


"I remember back in the day, when we were up against the green skins at Redstone Mountain in the East. I had just come of age then, and the old soldiers didn't trust us to hold against the green skin assault. They put us on the flank, but they didn't expect a group of pig-riding brats to charge straight at us." The Great Craftsman walked beside Malin, sharing his story, "Back then, my companions from the village and I stood there, shields raised, staunchly resisting their charge. We fought desperately with axes, with spike hammers, and with muzzle-loaded firearms against the green skins. More than half of my companions died in that battle... But we stood our ground until our main forces wiped out the green skins' main forces."


"Hmm, I know of your bravery, Your Excellency the Great Craftsman." Malin nodded.


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