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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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727 Chs

Chapter Eighty-Three: Love and Family

Having pulled Jason back from the grasp of death, Malin began to inspect the battlefield.

First, he found the Half-human's head. The fellow, who had said he would take to his heels when danger came, ultimately fell in battle. His short sword had been broken, which, from one aspect, proved he had been slain in combat.

He had not surrendered, nor had he fallen into despair. Even when faced with fatal blades, he stood alongside his comrades, choosing to fight to the end.

Although he hadn't spoken a single truth in his final moments, he was still a presence reassuring enough for his comrades... This was somewhat characteristic of Half-humans.

Malin placed his head beside his body, to make it easier to recover later.

Then came the Dwarf... The Dwarf's breastplate was completely shattered, just like his shield. The axe could still be used if the handle were replaced, so Malin collected the axe head, planning to hand it over to his descendants or friends.