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

"Why haven't the animals mutated?" Eleven asked curiously.


"Right, that's why I think the first possibility is more likely... we retreat." Malin issued a retreat order for the first time in a mission, "We only have two legs; if we're facing the Chaos Legion, we simply can't outpace them on two legs. Or rather, we could make it, but you definitely won't." After saying that, Malin looked towards the captain, who nodded bitterly, "So we have to retreat, but the bridge is broken..."


"No problem, I'll drive. If we throw out the stuff in the back, we can at least squeeze in two and a half kids. You and one of your Jacks can sit behind me; the other will follow Eleven, he has a lot of experience with wilderness survival," Malin said.


"I'll go with Mr. Eleven. Old Jack is getting on in years; he won't make it," said the captain.


Section 517: The Shape of Voice (Part 2)_3