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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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504 Chs

Section 214: A Day in the Capital (2)

"Welcome to the Self-Reformation House, Miss Matilda, Mr. Malin, please come in." The Saint Warrior from the Church of Justice smiled and welcomed Malin as he pushed open the gate.

Entering the building, Malin felt a bit puzzled because it didn't have the heavily guarded atmosphere he had imagined. There were Proxies in white clothing in the hall, patrolling Saint Warriors, but most of all... workers seated at tables facing each other?

"What are they doing?" Malin asked Matilda, unable to figure it out because they were facing away from him and the door.

"They're making buttons. Twenty metal buttons fitted onto a board earns one work credit. Each person needs to make 200 boards a day," Matilda answered.

This must be purgatory.

The first thing that came to Malin's mind was the handicraft classes from his own school days. They worked similarly, those schools and teachers righteously exploited the surplus value of the children.