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

When Malin and the others brought the Mech Soul Armor back to Sim Port, Malin specifically asked Eleven about Carn Kadel, the sergeant of the Seventeenth Corps. The armor immediately found the name in its database, not only revealing his service number but also the coordinates of his last call to the Union—near the coordinates of that beautiful hotel.


"To be precise, it was his last words."


Malin shared this information with Eleven, who fell silent for a moment before asking, "Sir, do I need to introduce myself again?"


"Hmm?" Malin hummed a questioning sound as he looked at it.


Section 507: Wisdom is the Most Dangerous Weapon in Human Hands (Part Five)