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

"Ah, old man, my apologies... but I think you must have lost your mind. It's true that Malin is here, but why should we come over?" A young man apologized to an elder as he walked past, then hurried to catch up with his friend, looking at his good friend Colson Tisser and asked.


"That's my big brother," Colson said. "You've got to use your brain. The news of the Chaos War Gang in Copenhagen hasn't spread everywhere yet. By joining Big Brother Malin's battle flag at this time, when we win, we'll be well-known in Farole too. Think about it, Malin's most reliable little brother! Decisively joining under big brother's battle flag, facing the Chaos War Gang with him, we'll gain both fame and fortune. You'll even raise your profile in the eyes of your ancestors." Colson looked at his friend and added, "How about it? I won't force you. If you walk away now, we're still good friends."


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