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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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504 Chs

Hunter and Prey (1)

Malin turned his head to look in the direction they had come from.

Far in the distance, gunshots rang out, but neither Faye nor Jessica could hear anything.

"Let's change our plan, don't look for the ogre anymore, let's find the battlefield first. But don't just barge into the scene, scout the surroundings first." After some thought, Malin decided to change the course of action; otherwise, their plan would have been to look for the ogres first, searching their camp to see if they could find anything.

"Why?" Faye asked, puzzled.

"I heard gunshots from the direction we came from..." Malin could clearly hear the sound of the gunshots; it was the distinctive sound of the old-fashioned revolvers used by the Northern troops.

To the North, military weapons, Malin first asked himself if he had friends from the Northern army—the 17th Division couldn't possibly be it, as they had already completed restructuring their equipment.

Military weapons aren't easily available everywhere.