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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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541 Chs

Chapter 126: Deep into the Night (IV)_3

He saw a young boy, seemingly younger than his own son, smiling and reaching out a hand to him.

The Church's Punishers had already joined the battlefield.

"What, need me to pick you up, big guy?" the boy asked with a smile, his foreign accent evident.

On a normal day, he would surely have interrogated this youngster thoroughly to see if he was a bold and brash runaway.

But today, the Captain of the City Guard felt as though he had seen an angel.

He was smoothly helped to sit up by the child.

"You're quite strong," said the middle-aged City Guard Captain, covering his face and taking breaths while smiling.

Then that smile caused his facial wound to pull.

"Perfect for twisting the necks of Chaos," the boy said with a laugh, a glimmer of white light appearing in his extended hand, and the City Guard Captain could feel the wound on his face closing at a rate that defied biology.