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

When Spencer's kid left, Malin stood up, shook hands with each officer, and eventually made his way to the old soldier, helping him to his feet.


"Sir, that is an excellent child. I see the sparkle of youth in him," said the increasingly aged man with a smile.


Malin thought so too, because Tuojin indeed possessed the qualities a political commissar should have: loyalty, bravery, and besides leading by example, that damned American-funded film that depicted the actions of World War I French marshals on political commissars as its own narrative was nothing but a smear of this great title.


Chapter 487: Gaiate (Part One)