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

"And why is there so many cysts and ulcers on the body, it's disgusting," Lulu said, then she turned to look at Malin, "Malin, you won't look at me with that kind of eyes, will you?"


What the girl referred to was the surprised look that the chief mage on scene had given Lulu.


Of course, Malin shook his head, "To me, you are the most adorable Lulu."


So, Miss Lulu resurrected with full health, opened the umbrella in her hands, handed it to Malin, and then clung to Malin's arm.


"I just knew that you, Malin, are trustworthy." The girl lowered her head, and the now taller Malin couldn't see her expression, but he could feel the fear and unease in her words.


Yes, suddenly discovering that another timeline's version of oneself has fallen, and turned into a bald, muscular woman covered in cysts, how could the average person possibly accept that.


In Malin's eyes, Lulu was doing very well.


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