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

"Casaman, come here for a moment." The call from a colleague prompted Casaman to look up and walk over, putting down his clipboard: "Agent Carterburg, what can I do for you."


"Yes, take a look at this, what kind of mark is this?"


The man known as Agent Carterburg had a very typical Thanan face, which seemed somehow threatening to Casaman due to his good looks, but Casaman had to admit that the noodles Agent Carterburg cooked for lunch today were absolutely fantastic—Casaman hadn't tasted such delicious noodles in his entire life.


Section 576: Discovery (3) Responsibility