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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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736 Chs

Section 271: Replay (Part 3)

Standing in front of the trench to confirm the battlefield, Baron Bona held a pen in one hand and a clipboard in the other as his assistant measured the length of this segment of the trench.

"All seven survivors of the Seventeenth Regiment of the Seventeenth Division of the Seventeenth Brigade said that it was Lord Malin who protected this stretch of trench for two full days and nights," another assistant said, flipping through the pages of the testimony report. "This is unrealistic, Your Excellency, even for a mortal, even if he is a child of Silverblood, a fifth-ring Mage, he could not possibly guard this line of defense without rest for two days."

Baron Bona did not respond but looked on as the workers responsible for picking up bullet casings hoisted bucket after bucket filled with casings up from the trench.

The Baron walked up to the buckets, crouched down, and picked a 12-gauge casing from a wooden bucket, with a slightly offset firing pin indent at the brass base.