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

"Ah, my apologies, we owe you an apology." Casaman nodded with a pained expression on his face.


"Sorry, ma'am, we won't smoke anymore." Agent Sydney bowed with his hand on his chest.


Eventually, the two of them exited safely.


Arriving at the office area of the hall, Agent Sydney took Casaman's diary to copy, while Casaman approached the young man nearby: "Agent Zem, what are you sketching?"


The young man lifted his head, cracked a smile upon seeing Casaman, "It's Mr. Casaman, you must be exhausted. I'm outlining the evidence chain for this case, confirming previous occurrences and potential future incidents."


Zem Mayer, from the Sydney Homeland Security Bureau, unlike Agent Sydney, specializes in dealing with the Chaos Cult.


He and his Watson, Jiaxi Sheringham, work together with their special agents squad, having an excellent synergy in the morning's battle, leaving the Chaos Cult members wailing for their parents.


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