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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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714 Chs

Forty-five: Interlocking Rhythms (Part 2)

"Sara, you seem very unhappy," said a voice from atop the carriage, prompting Sara to look up and see the little wolf girl peering down from the roof, grinning. "Is that little guy really that powerful?"

"I can't even pull a streetlight out of the ground with both hands," Sara sighed. She leaned against the carriage, feeling somewhat lamentful and unwilling to concede defeat: "I truly can't beat him."

"In this world, strength isn't everything," the wolf girl said with a smile, pulling a piece of jerky from her bag. "Want some?"

"You'll get fat," Sara said, although she was actually quite hungry. She had recently been trying to lose weight—though everyone knew that the descendants of giants really had no fat to lose. Her tall frame and sturdy muscles made Sara look more like a weapon than a plump girl.

"Don't be like that, Sara, life should be enjoyed while we can." The wolf girl took a bite of the jerky: "This is amazing, the new jerky recipe is super tasty."