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

That was Malin's praise for his offspring, who seemed to have completed the absorption and utilization of the Legendary nano-enhancer, the Disguiser. If it weren't for Malin's ability to directly observe the soul fluctuations of everyone, even he wouldn't have been able to see through what that little Leopard Girl in the red shoes really was.


There was also some melancholy—for such a lovely girl to actually be that guy Mars in disguise; yet she was quite adorable during the fight. Pity it was his own little cub in disguise.


With that thought, Malin took a step back to avoid the slashing dagger, at the same time noticing the twin blood grooves on the blade—a standard weapon from the Eastern human kingdoms. To think that these people were still using these weapons after two thousand years; were the Easterners that impoverished over the millennia?


Section 599: Trial (Part 3)