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

"...It's a wonderful ideal, but I've never believed their ideology could succeed. I've even doubted whether my own ideas would work, because, old soldier, a Utopian world requires all people to have knowledge and empathy. They need to understand that everyone must exert their utmost strength, and it requires the selfless dedication of generations upon generations to build such a world... This is an almost unattainable dream." Malin walked over to the old soldier and helped him towards the exit.


The elder looked at Malin, and it wasn't until Malin entered the hallway that he expressed his doubts, "If all this is destined to fail, why bother doing it at all?"


"Because by doing so, the world will know we existed, and it will give people something to aspire to. We can fail, we can die, but what our generation has done will be remembered by history, and it will remind future generations that there's another way to live, apart from living like dogs," Malin said with a laugh.


Chapter 487: Gaiate (Part Two)