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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
727 Chs

One hundred episodes: Act separately

It could be said that Malin's emergency aid skills were learned from Old Ferrero—during his years in the troops, he dealt mainly with fractures and abrasions, and the emergency procedures he had learned before had never been used. It wasn't until this past half a year, having dissected quite a few cadavers, that he acquired such surgical capability. However, in Old Ferrero's words, Malin's surgery seemed less like saving people and more like dissecting them.

Why are the old man's expectations so high?

As Malin thought to himself, he helped Logan remove the arrow from his leg, then stitched up the wounds one by one and had the guards drag him away.

With no new injured coming in and most of the others already saved, Malin noticed a group nearby who had ceased their life-saving efforts and walked over. He saw the person lying on the ground: "Is he dead?"

"There's no heartbeat anymore," the young priest in charge of the rescue sighed.