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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
736 Chs

Seventy-Three: Shooting Range Communication

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"Only you can use this thing."

This was Colin's only thought after seeing the 'gun' Malin was fiddling with.

Four-barreled, double-trigger, large gauge shotgun, double-trigger double-action, two shots at once, and if you pull the triggers all the way it would be four shots. With Colin's strength at 8, he wouldn't dare to use this thing—the young man felt if he used this thing, a wrist fracture would be the least of his concerns. The uncontrollable recoil could potentially send the heavy lump flying backward until it makes some undesireable contact with his entire face.

The bridge of his nose? It would have been a comminuted fracture before that.

"And isn't this gun a bit... heavy?"