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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
Not enough ratings
718 Chs

One hundred and twenty-one: Pre-war preparations (I)

"Pamir City, still the same old self," Colin jumped down from the carriage, shaking his head as he glanced at the city gate and the City Guards who gawked at his convoy, "Too much peace makes one forget what danger looks like."

Unlike Pamir City, Carterburg faced the ocean, where Ocean Spirits would occasionally surge ashore. Humans and Ocean Spirits became hunters and prey for each other, enacting daily dramas of man versus nature. As a frontier area of the Western world, Carterburg's vicinity was anything but peaceful, teeming with all sorts of Mountain Spirits and creatures.

So, the people of the frontier considered the gentry of the central region too feeble, while the central gentry thought of the frontier folk as uncivilized.

"Colin, pride is not always a good thing, and arrogance is never a good thing," Old Hoffman got down from the carriage, beginning to move about as the weather warmed.