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

He slung the shotgun over his shoulder and looked at the corpse on the ground. For some reason, Malin still ended up walking to its side, took out a small bottle of liquor, and placed it beside its face.


"Is this... a kind of reminiscence for the dead?"


"Sort of. This fellow named Roben, even though Chaos twisted him, still didn't forget the principles he once held dear... Even though those principles had been so altered by Chaos as to be unrecognizable... But at least, he could remember."


After Malin finished speaking, he snapped his fingers. The World Tree Saplings lifted Roben's body, and the next second sacred flames ignited it. As the wind and snow gradually intensified, the existence of the man was finally scattered.


"We have already wasted quite a bit of time, Lord Malin," Eleven said.


"Right, so let's get moving now," Malin nodded, turned to glance at the fog drawing near, feeling a sense of powerlessness spreading in his heart.


Section 518: Scenery of Light (Part 1)