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

Malin shared his desire to select a sharpshooter team, which was immediately recommended by the National Church. The Assistant Priest recommended several young people to Malin, whom he accepted before opening a transport channel directly to his workshop and selecting ten high-precision bolt-action rifles to bring back to Copenhagen.


Sudel and Rhodes were already present, and those promising young men naturally exhibited a certain hostility towards them.


Malin handed each of them a gun and twenty bullets, then signaled them to start shooting at the farthest target, three hundred yards away. The first ten shots were for getting a feel, and the score was calculated from the last ten shots.


Malin found a chair to sit down, and the Assistant Priest immediately came over, "Mr. Malin, those two commoners, are they your recruits?"


Section 522: The Choice of Man (Part 2)