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 child seated on the brass throne watched the mortal battle with great interest. Although it could no longer be called a evenly matched fight, seeing his favored youth standing in the forefront facing danger every time still made him admire the mortal's bravery.


What a pity, he thought, if the young man could become his champion, he would have prepared for him the grandest conquest, a battle to sweep across the whole world, an eternal war with only one victor. Whichever world he chose, he would grant him the finest champions and battalions at his disposal.


But the youth was not willing; the child had rejected him time and again, and the presence of Nameless made it impossible for him to bestow his blessings forcibly on the youth.


Section 460: Victory (Part 1)