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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

One Hundred and Ninety-Two: The Name of the Person (Part Two)

Karn Doppler accompanied his sisters from the Church of the Goddess of Benevolent to the competition this time. He himself was a member of the Church of the Goddess of Harvest in Higgs City. His team had failed to qualify in the selection process of the Serent Plains parish in the Western Administrative Province. So, with nothing else to occupy him, he could only serve as a bodyguard for his sisters as they made their way east.

"Compared to you, it seems you live quite free and easy," the young man remarked as he looked at Malin's carriage, somewhat sentimentally adding, "It's strange to say, but even though Carterburg is just a small region, it has its own parish. You guys don't even have to go through a selection process."

At this, Malin himself grew curious—indeed, Carterburg's parish was unique in the entire Sydney Union... no, actually, it was the only one of its kind in the entire Western Human World.