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

Old Jack fired a burst, and his underestimation of the recoil caused the first few bullets to hit the ceiling. Luckily, they didn't punch through, nor did they ricochet. As he continued firing, he effortlessly directed the bullets to the target.


After the test fire, the old man handed the gun to another colleague who wanted to try and turned his head to his adopted son, "Niels, I remember our neighbor, Earl Bergan, said he wanted to buy these pieces of junk. Go sell them to him now. Also, withdraw our money from the bank. It's time to switch guns."


"No problem, Father." Niels grinned, picked up the pile of "junk" his father referred to, and left the shooting range.


Section 505: Wisdom is the Most Dangerous Weapon in Human Hands (Part Three)