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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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712 Chs

Eighty-fourth Chapter: The Postman

The captain and healer had spoken about a daughter, whom Malin only met the day after returning to the city. Malin and the girls had looked everywhere but found no one, only learning today that the little one had gone to the nearby Church of the God of Misery to pray because her foster father and aunts and uncles were out working.

The God of Misery sounds somewhat like the concept in Buddhism, speaking of universal suffering and cultivating the next life.

Of course, this was what Malin thought when he first saw the name; the actual situation is that the God of Misery is quite hardcore—a deity who represents the poor and is a subordinate to the God of Justice.