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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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505 Chs

Section 178: Your Name (Part Four)

Carterburg, Western District, ancient underground sewer.

Falm Feller, chief preacher at the House of Bliss.

As an ancient sewer from the last era, it had long been abandoned. Nowadays, it was being used as an underground base by the Chaos Cult: House of Bliss. They had established a secret exit atop the ruins of the Western District on the surface.

This had originally been an excellent idea. Those foolish false deity believers didn't pay much attention to the Western District, so the House of Bliss had always been operating this base with caution. After all, this was the only large base of the emerging Chaos Cult—their previous stronghold at the abandoned fortress had been thoroughly razed, the former Primate had met with an untimely death, and it was thanks to a member who stepped forward to get the cult operating again that Falm held in high esteem.