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

Struggling to control his emotions, Malin struck his longsword against the axe blade three times.


After the first strike, the will known as Malin returned to his body.


After the second strike, courage and strength began to be constrained.


After the third strike, Malin raised both weapons high and let out the battle roar of a Frost Giant.


Behind him, at the breach in the city walls, soldiers clutching various weapons surged forth, shouting insults at the Chaos, feeling at that moment invincible. All soldiers feverishly watched Malin, ready to rush forward and flay the skin from the Chaos at a single word from him.


"Soldiers! Do not come! Do not desecrate this holy duel," Malin shouted, then strode toward the one named Mendel: "Come, you piece of trash! Let me sever your arms, chop off your neck, and cut you into a thousand pieces!"


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