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

Speaking of this, Anna felt sorrow for Malin's enemies, and sighed even more deeply for the foolish Linz. Following the awakening and return of the Deities to the human world, it was certain that the upcoming Tide of the Dead would be the most catastrophic calamity of all.


Yet in the face of such a terrifying disaster, these bastards were thinking of attacking Malin—what on earth were they thinking? Was it merely because Malin's presence could potentially end the nobility and monarchy?


Indeed, Anna had heard of such prophecies. Over at the Astrology Tower, there was ongoing debate about whether Malin was a guardian of civilization or a harbinger of destruction. Both parties had witnessed each other's divinations, but neither side accepted the other's results, and each staunchly believed in the outcomes foreseen by their own faction.


Had it not been for the return of the Master of Astrology, this might have nearly caused a split within the Astrology Tower itself.


Chapter 477: Rhythm (Part One)_2