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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

Ninety-five: The Edible Maid_2

"Then souls should maintain a roughly equivalent number," Malin said, puzzled by Colin's statement, "but from what I can tell from history books, in the past few centuries, the human population has been on the rise."

Colin chuckled and shook his head, "The river is the stream of souls; within it, new souls are always being nurtured, while the old ones that enter do not necessarily get reborn. However, no one has ever seen that river, and those who claim to have seen it are mostly just experiencing strange visions during near-death experiences, which cannot be taken seriously." Colin sighed, "And now, the powers of the gods are waning, and even though the God of Justice remains strong, within a century we may face great troubles... But explaining these matters to you now, you wouldn't understand, kids have it so easy."

He sighed again.

What he didn't know was that Malin was indeed a child, but also a person from another world who was even older than him.