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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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718 Chs

Chapter 127: Deep into the Night (V)_2

The next second, a girl who looked just like her appeared before them.

"He does not need us, but you, Ayla."

"Hand me over, if he does not die in this battle, then he will be my first apostle."

Then the gray-haired girl smiled and vanished from in front of the two girls.

The two girls sat down together and closed their eyes once again.

This time, a breeze blew, scattering the fog and revealing a massive ancient tree behind them.

And on the trunk of the tree, a woman with a twisted and bloodied face lay sleeping.

......

Casaman was silent for a moment, then let out a self-deprecating laugh.

The Goddess of Harvest had not shown herself for a long time, and except for the God of Justice, the local deities had mostly faded into obscurity. Casaman knew that the local deities were fearing the Evil God; they were not powerful enough to confront the Chaos directly, except for the God of Justice.