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

Even if this mortal indeed possessed a soul of purity rarely seen in this world, from the principle of equivalent exchange, it was an impossible feat in the eyes of the Succubus.


And it was precisely because of this, the Succubus could only stand by and watch the young prince sitting there.


"I asked him, 'With that world so sullied and rampant with evil desires, it's because of these people that Chaos and the Evil God managed to establish coordinates to invade that world.' In such circumstances, does he still need to pay such a high price to save this world?" The young man looked at the wine in his cup, swirling it until the Succubus, taking up the jest, continued the conversation, "How did he respond, Your Highness?"


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