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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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717 Chs

Section 183: Familiar Strangers (Part One)

Cain surely had a unique talent; he circled the ruins twice and identified two spots. The Punishers removed one pile of debris to confirm a ventilation shaft.

After excavating the other spot, they confirmed it was a passage. Like the camp, Chaos seemed to always fancy their handiwork underground, reminding Malin of the destroyed Carterburg. It seems the Western District's walls were damaged by these rats.

It's a pity that in this world, you all have met a unique me.

The search and extermination of the underground sewer were left to the Church of the War God, but the old Bishop disagreed, "You lad should also lead our Church's apprentices. Last time we trained with your Church's apprentices for combat, our apprentices' brains were almost hammered out by yours. Who exactly are the apprentices of the Church of the War God?"