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 Malin walked into the train station's waiting hall and saw Larraya and Clover in a pool of blood, witnessed the old couple from the Church of Justice confront Linz Mowish, and saw the actions she took standing on the side of the Nobility, he couldn't help but sigh deeply.


If there were no Chaos, if there were no Tide of the Dead, would the ones clashing with swords be him, Malin, and the Nobles of this world?


So, when Linz pulled the trigger on the old lady, Malin extended his hand and caught the bullet.


With his left hand pushing forward, the giant hand of Spiritual Energy sent the daughter of the Mowish family flying out of the waiting hall.


Then he came beside Larraya and Clover, listening to everything the old lady said, Malin sighed in his heart. Why had everything turned out this way, why, after all the scheming against each other, had they ended up with such a malicious finality on the chessboard of Fate?


476: The Root of Trouble (Part 2)