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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
726 Chs

Section Thirty-Nine: Emergency Situation

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"How did they run away!"

The figure standing in the shadows glared intensely at the subordinates kneeling in the illuminated area.

Those invaders at nightfall were clearly easy prey delivered to their doorstep, originally a trap designed for the apprentices. As he watched his prey waltz right in, the figure, having been confident of victory, did not immediately have the various kinds summoned round up the intruders—commanding them also required spiritual energy.

But then, the food that was almost in his mouth suddenly flew away—the little fellow in the group noticed something was wrong, and with a very elegant turn, they started to run away.

By the time he ordered the chase, it was already too late. As the commander on the scene, the figure was furious inside, as he could not understand how the trap that was targeted at apprentices from the start could have gone wrong. How did that whelp manage it?! He noticed them before they even got close?!