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Steampunk Era: Mad Abield

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.

Half-step Purgatory · Sci-fi
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712 Chs

148th Section: Conversation (4)

Having killed the ghoul, Malin dragged one half of the ghoul out of the array area with one hand, while Mr. Assistant Priest, accompanied by Shelton, began examining the drawing of the array.

Soon, he found the first mistake, "The inscription here is wrong, the combination of these letters created a problem, thus the array originally meant to summon spirits from the Spectral Plane became one summoning wraith-like spirits from the Corpse Plane, and you should really thank Mr. Malin, the gear he carries... must be the World Tree's sapling, which is extremely effective against the undead spirits."

In the end, Mr. Assistant Priest attributed the behavior of the undead to the little twig in Malin's hand, known as Fio.

Malin did not want to delve into what exactly made the lich and the afterwards ghouls dread him so much.

He found a tree stump to sit on, waiting for the next summoning ritual to take place.