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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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720 Chs

Section 177: Your Name (Part Three)_2

So the Half-human's attention was on the orc with a bovine face and another orc that resembled an otter.

The former was the stall owner, while the latter was the paying customer.

Speaking of which, the otter orc, despite only reaching up to the Half-human's waist, had an exceptionally large appetite. Sitting at the table with a giant bowl in front of him, big enough to serve as a bathtub for him, filled to the brim with noodles and meat. For a Half-human, this bowl of noodles would have been enough to feed his entire family for a day.

All the noodles ended up in the otter orc's stomach, surprisingly without any cases of overeating to death occurring. Rather, after putting down the bowl... it wouldn't be accurate to say he put it down, as the Half-human watched the otter orc slam the bowl onto the table, stand up, and look up at the bovine orc, "Your noodles are short in weight, you bastard!"