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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 two: Night fighting

"Congratulations, Mr. Malin," the Divine Envoy looked at the third wounded soldier who had been saved by medical officers of the infirmary using Malin's method and finally signed his name on the emergency manual.

Malin also signed his name—in the column for the discoverer of the emergency technique: "The only difficulty with this emergency method is controlling the strength of the electric claw. If the strength is too low, it can't activate a stopped heart, and if it's too high, it will not only be ineffective, but it will also harm the patient. We still need to standardize the strength."

"That's not a problem, Mr. Malin, how about we rest here today and have a detailed discussion tomorrow, is that okay?"