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

Rhodes woke up to the sound of artillery, and as the young man opened his eyes, he saw his cousin already by the campfire, applying new gun oil to his firearm.


Pulling out the pocket watch in his chest—this was a prize Rhodes had won the last time he excelled in fixed target shooting: "Have I only slept for four hours?"


Upon saying this, the young man let out a mournful yawn, threw off his blanket, shook his legs, and then sat down next to his cousin: "Has everyone else gone?"


"Rest time is only five hours, they left an hour before us, they've long gone. After we leave, this place will be ventilated for ten minutes, and then new people will come to sleep," Sudel said while reassembling the parts of the firearm one by one.


Rhodes glanced at the two opened canned goods by the campfire, the scent of meat emanating from them whetted his appetite, he took out his spoon and then tried a can: "It's hot."


Section 539: The Forest is a Cabin Without a Roof (3)