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

Zhang Sicheng, member of the Thainan Observation Group.  


Early in the morning, before dawn, the middle-aged man nestled in the small burrow used by the observation group members was awoken by the arguing noise from outside.  


He was fluent in the common language of the Western Human World and even understood Sydney language. As for the Northern Kingdom's Nuo language, he could comprehend it if spoken slowly... but he truly couldn't handle the way those two outside were spouting it.  


So, he got up, put on his coat, and under the watchful eyes of his group members, signaled that he was going out to see what was happening.  


The member who woke up was an elderly man, Liang Zefu, who was a light sleeper. Seeing Zhang Sicheng's gesture, he nodded.  


Section 544: Me at This Moment (Part 3)