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

Ax in hand, Malin felled the ogre—so hideous he didn't want to give it a second glance. He drew his revolver from his waist and shot several fleeing minions to the ground. Noting that there were no more Chaos grunts around, he somewhat reluctantly gestured to his troops to drag the ogre's head back.


No need to bother with the ax, it could walk back on its own.


As Malin turned to see if anyone needed his aid, Fio had already returned to his side, brandishing Blood Roar and began to ask for recognition of his valor. Pointing toward the retreating remnants of Chaos soldiers that had not yet escaped from view, Fio, along with Blood Roar, immediately chased after them.


You see, the joy of this ax and the World Tree Sapling is that simple and pure.


Section 515: Fun Amidst Serious Matters (Part 2)