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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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717 Chs

Chapter 200: Time in Silent Hill (Part One)

"Welcome to Silent Hill."

Standing on the train station platform, which looked as if a typhoon had swept through leaving everything in ruins, Instructor Emmett Sayer raised his cane toward the Central Administrative Province's investigator stepping off the train.

Hmph, mainlanders probably have never seen what a real typhoon is like.

With the pride unique to those born by the sea, he shook hands with the young man wearing a top hat and dressed in a black formal suit: "Emmett Sayer Quasar, instructor stationed in Carterburg for the Goddess of Harvest Church. While passing by here, my apprentices and I got wrapped up in the affairs with the Benevolent Church."

"I've heard about your situation, it's truly unfortunate," the young man said regretfully to Emmett Sayer: "Zem Mayer, head of the third division of the Royal Special Investigative Office."