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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 · Romance
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512 Chs

One hundred and seventy-four: Another You (3)

"Come to think of it, I feel like the killer is getting crazier by the day," Camilla, riding on horseback, looked at the report in her hand, "This week alone he has already killed four victims, two of which looked completely like accidents."

"Indeed, there were no factors suggesting otherwise, but some Sequences do have such abilities, so we can only speculate as such. As for Lady Aurelia Carton, a Tier Three Illusionist of the Pretender Sequence, I can't imagine how she died in an alley. Was it because she was too close to home and let her guard down?" Colin, also on horseback and frowning next to her, said, "It's really creepy, my old friend, can you imagine, an illusionist dying at the end of a firearm's barrel."