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

"So dying once is easy, but dying again isn't so easy," Malin said as he and Eleven climbed over the hill ahead of them. Zombies slowed down on the incline, reaching speeds slow enough even a sixty-year-old could escape.


"There are some more ahead and further on, but they're too far for clear sight. I can only see a few large targets, not like humans."


"Trust me, they'll still turn out to be human... they seem to be Nagoth's corrupted corpses, thankful that it's winter now." Malin spoke while charging down the hill with Eleven, who had been slaughtering quite a few decayed bodies along the way. The increasing number of 'weapons' in their hands made Malin more certain of his judgment—the local townsfolk and villagers had fought against the Chaos decayed, but ultimately failed.


But Malin witnessed their indomitable spirit.


Section 518: Scenery of Light (Part 2)