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

"I thought you had run away," said the elf ambassador, looking at Malin as he drove up on his motorcycle. Glancing at the bruised and swollen-faced gorilla standing outside the research institute, he forced a smile that seemed insincere as if he had already understood why Malin had disappeared.


Ha, what did he understand? The gorilla behind me could not only speak human language but also ride a motorcycle.


Malin muttered to himself in his mind and at the same time, opened the car door, got out, and shook hands with the elf ambassador, "Long time no see."


"Indeed, it's been a long time since we parted in those damned sewers last time. By the way, don't ask me to go there again next time. The sewers you humans have built all look the same, and my people and I got lost in there for two days."


That must have been a sore point for Mr. Elf Ambassador. When Malin found them during that time, the elf had none of his present grandeur.


Chapter 491: It's Rare That a Transaction is Always Pleasant (Part 1)