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

The battle with the zombies leaves no room for strategy. The Thanans, who believe in the doctrine of firepower, have been in a state of deathless conflict with the mutated zombies that swarm over this land like ants for thousands of years. Malin shows no mercy, nor is there any need for it—Konen even admits that the mutants here in Thainan have become completely chaotic. Their hard shells and hive mind differ entirely from the intelligent zombies in the northern regions.


If biochemicals like Konen are the lucky ones who have escaped the shadows of mutation, then Awakeners are the fortunate ones enlightened by the True Lord transformed by the old dean. The wise zombies who wish to usurp the planet from humans are also lucky. Only these utterly mutated zombies are monsters left with nothing but the instinct to kill, like the glowing zombies in the Swiss mountains.


Section 718: Factory (3)