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

Mischael felt as if he had been reborn recently, the chaotic whispers in his head no longer appeared, he looked back, feeling as if he had been through a long, frustrating, and regretful dream, but it had all happened.


He had fully understood the issues that plagued his family; everything was a misunderstanding, all accidents.


If one had to start somewhere, it would be with Sophia, his great-aunt who lay eternal in the believers' graveyard of the Church of the Goddess of Harvest.


It was a very long story; she wasn't the biological child of her father and mother, but rather a child handed over by an ancient organization known as Casters, alleged to have excellent natural talent—a child 'manufactured' by those remnants.


Manufactured, such a terrifying term; in Mischael's heart, those ancient remnants seemed more like fearsome deities—they were actually capable of creating life!


501 Truth (IV) (2nd Update)