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 had been living rather well these days, or as the Southerners would put it, every day was like celebrating the New Year. Battles between humans and Chaos occurred daily at Lord Malin's front, and as an Undead, he was supposed to be hated by all humans. However, today, when Ails once again answered Lord Malin's summoning, not only did he receive a soul from a champion that Lord Malin had just dispatched, forged into a rather fine Golden Cake, but he also gained an income of roughly eighteen hundred Gold Coins.


It was indeed splendid. To earn such an income, Ails would have to lead his entire army to invade some world and risk all kinds of dangers to reap souls. Here, he didn't have to worry about being pursued by the Legendary creatures and Deities of the locality, and he was even receiving invitations from Mortals.


"You're saying you want to summon me to collect Chaos souls from other battlefields?"


Chapter 531: The Winter Campaign (2)