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

However, Malin was still a bit curious about stockpiling other items, so Ails invited Malin to take a look at his new home.


Through the portal, Malin saw a forest. Ah... It's really too good to be in a living world instead of a desolate one, otherwise Malin felt that the World Tree Sapling on his arm would have taken action on its own.


"Are you saying the other stuff you mentioned stockpiling is this forest? Your new home?" Malin asked.


Ails patted his palm bone, and without needing any Spiritual Energy fluctuations or anything else, a Goblin ran out from the forest.


It sprinted across the clearing, then knelt before Ails, lifting his white bony foot and planting a kiss on it.


·Enough, forget all that red tape you learned in the human world. How's the stuff I had you plant coming along?


Ails lifted a foot and kicked the Goblin to the ground, and the latter quickly bowed and apologized, then turned around and hollered some Goblin language back into the forest.


Section 557: North (Part 3)