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

Malin stepped onto the rampart, pushing through the soldiers in his way.


Bippo was blessing him steadily, like a flowing stream, until finally Malin unstrapped Bippo along with his nest and set them aside, then approached the towering Frost Giant with empty hands.


"Little tender skin! Are all your friends dead?!" The Frost Giant named Mendel spread his arms wide; his blood-red, massive battle-axe was in his right hand, and he pointed at Malin with his left: "I, the great chosen champion, do not kill the nameless! Little tender skin! State your surname!"


"Malin Gaiate, Malin Gaiate of Carterburg, I've heard you're a chosen champion. It's quite a coincidence in this world, you see, I'm also a chosen champion." After speaking, Malin turned towards the rampart and spread his arms: "Soldiers! There should be applause here! Flowers! If we have neither, then let those chaotic scum witness the courage of humanity!"


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