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

As the bullet was extracted from Madame Cassan's abdomen and tossed into a dish, Malin finally let out a sigh of relief. To tell the truth, even with the help of spell formations, Malin had never found the work as strenuous as today. The bullet had shattered several sections of intestines, and Malin had no choice but to simultaneously sustain Madame Cassan's life with a spell while painstakingly feeling for the bullet at the bottom of the abdominal cavity—if it weren't for the detection using Spiritual Energy, Malin felt the task would have been impossible.


Fortunately, Madame Cassan was lucky. In this world, there were wonderful things like spell formations and Spiritual Energy to aid doctors.


Section 563: Walking with You (Part 5)