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 opened his eyes, and it took him a while to realize why the carvings on the ceiling seemed so much larger—it wasn't that they had become bigger, but rather that he had shrunk.


What on earth was this ailment, that every time after a fight he was bound to shrink? Was it because the previous battles had consumed too much, causing his body to automatically switch? That would be deadly. To switch physique after each fight was indeed a headache.


With this thought, Malin sat up, took out a robe suitable for his smaller size from his spatial bag, put it on, then hopped off the bed, slipped into the noticeably oversized slippers, and scampered to the door. He raised his hand to open the door and entered the hallway.


Driven by hunger, Malin ran down the stairs and, under the peculiar gazes of the maids in the hall, he jumped onto the chair at the table, ready to indulge in the still-steaming food when he was picked up by the scruff of his neck.


Chapter 510: Crime and Punishment (Part Two)