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

So, Malin found several rivers east of Carterburg for them, provided materials, fish fry, and money, and let them establish a small village themselves. Malin also sent them a squad of City Guards to help fend off any Spirits that might appear.


Concerned that someone might cause trouble?


Malin thought there wouldn't be such people, but if there were, he'd wipe them out and hang their heads at the village entrance as an effective warning to others—look, I, Malin, handle things with refined ease, and everyone must see me as a good person. If I kill, it's because they started it.


While he let the fishermen start freshwater aquaculture (if they were successful, they would be brought into the Semi-Plane for large-scale aquaculture), Malin was already bustling about. The Naples production factory had just started operating; new Firearms were being produced continuously. Malin went to check the quality of the first batch of sample guns.


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