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

Indeed, it was too fast, compared to the past extensive construction methods, the new construction method using prefabricated panels and modularization to accelerate progress, boasted a construction speed far beyond the past.


Had it been a person of the Master of Wisdom, they would have understood all this at a mere glance, but unfortunately, this was a Divine Envoy of the Noble God. Although he was a Sage, he was not one for pioneering. Even though he often delved deep, he was utterly clueless and powerless when it came to the new knowledge stemming from the past.


Therefore, Malin took the time to introduce the process once more, and then the Sage finally grasped it—he certainly wasn't foolish, he simply lacked that last step to understanding.


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