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

The prisoners Malin brought back made all the Churches, including the National Church, ecstatic—there was nothing better than capturing a live, timid Chaotic Believer from a foreign land. The Church immediately assembled a group of efficient personnel to form an interrogation team. Each organization, including the Mage Tower, offered generous support by dispatching High-Order Mages skilled in mind control Spell Formation. Through their combined efforts, it only took half an hour for them to extract everything from the believer's mind.


The answer was unexpected for everyone, yet it did not exceed their psychological expectations—the Chaos indeed came from a foreign domain, but it was actually from a different timeline of this world.


Section 526: Bullets Are the Best Gift (2)