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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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715 Chs

Section 198: City of Tears (2)

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Where should I start?

I suppose I should start at my birth. I was born in the Holy Nest, without a father, without a mother, only kin... the entire Insectoid Nest was kin, although there weren't many of us left.

Everyone said that the Holy Nest was dead, many levels had been abandoned, and generation after generation of Holy Nest Insectoids waited for the return of their masters, but there were no masters, not even the kin of masters appeared any longer.

We were nothing but unneeded autonomous machines.

The elder always said that, until one day he never woke up and was carried away by everyone to the decomposition pool.

Holy Nest Insectoids, grow here, return here.

Originally, I should have been the same, but having seen the books in the Holy Nest, my young self became curious about the world outside. It must be a world as beautiful as the Holy Nest.