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

Ails immediately begged for mercy, genuinely a qualified flatterer.


"Alright, alright, if you don't want it, we'll leave it," Malin consoled him and then asked Ails if he could deal with the scene, "Hey, big chin, can you gather up the Chaos souls that died on the battlefield?"


·Absolutely no problem, leave it to me, I will definitely be the most professional soul handler you can find.


Ails said the souls of the Chaos warriors were each twisted, not to mention belonging to Lord Nagoth, but as they say, something is better than nothing. After that declaration, Ails pulled a bunch of souls, releasing the human souls on the spot and then produced a batch of Gold Coins right there. In his words, these Gold Coins were of suspect quality, which even a devil might not want, only the least picky demons might have a use for them.


But so long as there was a demand, that was all that was needed. Everyone could get what they needed and have a happy transaction.


Section 530: Winter Campaign (Part 2)