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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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510 Chs

Chapter 133: Boiling Point (V)

Sitting in his own garden, a prairie elf with red hair, red skin, and beautiful large eyes was swinging his little feet back and forth, clad in a short-sleeved shirt and shorts for summer, wearing flip-flops. His master was reading a small, thin book with a face full of joy and happiness.

Ever since coming into contact with prairie elves, the cruel master has grown increasingly fond of their appearance. Such adorable little creatures, seemingly harmless, yet capable of striking fiercely and venomously when desperate. Who wouldn't like such darlings?

His servants were busy tending to his great garden, where huge flowers and fruits were flourishing thanks to the fertilizers.

A servant dressed in swan-feather garments approached, lowered his body, "Master, it has been confirmed that Malin Gaiate has appeared in the battle of Pamir City."