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

This is probably what Malin often talks about, spending money for peace of mind. In Nova's view, the cost is substantial, but not unacceptable, as life is priceless.


"My father's officers say the same, as soldiers from the experimental battalion have gained an average of 11 pounds a month, with a 40% increase in physical strength and a maximum of a 40-pound increase in bearing capacity. They are now preparing to promote it across the whole army because the enhancement of the soldiers' physical condition means they can live longer," Faye said with a smile, adding, "I think Malin's method is correct. If the soldiers don't have strength, what can they do on the battlefield?"


As Nova was about to continue the conversation, a female Paladin from the Church of Justice pushed open the gate: "Lady Nova, you have a messenger."


"Ah, well, let me meet this messenger and see what bad news he brings." Nova stood up, said goodbye to her sisters, and walked towards the gate.


Section 566: In a Dream (Part 1)_2