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 gunshots rang out almost simultaneously, the old lady pulled the trigger, pumped the action, and the shotgun shell was ejected from the chamber. As it still danced in the air, its companion joined in, and the dense volley of shots burrowed into the ranks of the Chaotic Believers.


She noticed the man in the blue uniform, and she noticed that he had shot his teammate. She noticed even more the youth that was hit, the poor boy who hadn't managed to pull the trigger before collapsing from the Chaotic Believers' gunfire, falling to the ground alongside the girl he had been shielding, both brought down by the bullets.


Those pitiable children who hadn't been trained, who couldn't even fire a gun, could not even protect themselves.


But the man in the trench coat drew his Revolver, aimed at the man in the blue uniform, and pulled the trigger. The bullet hit the uniformed man's chest, bringing him to the ground.


Chapter 475: The Root of Disaster (Part 1)