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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
737 Chs

Section 198: City of Tears (2)_3

At this point, Malin stood up, the Fio that had transformed into a chair, along with her friend, reverted back to their original form and returned to Malin's arms.

"But to me, they are priceless treasures, the beauty that I must protect... Please begin the distortion, as I cannot bring myself to harm you in this state," Malin's smile had a touch of bitterness, "I beg you... give me a reason not to violate my conscience and kill you."

"No! You can't kill Sister Mira!" Wasp screamed, shielding the pouch in front of her with her hands.

No, Wasp, put down your hands, okay? I am your sister Mira.

Mira's call ultimately made Wasp lower her hands, and together with her sister, they looked at Malin with their lightless insectoid eyes.

I feel the struggle in your heart; the owners of these names must hold a very important place within it... How envious, if only I could be that important to him.

After saying this, Mira fell silent for a moment, then continued: