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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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511 Chs

Section 265: Facing Directly (Part 3)

Mason Wyman leaned in the corner of the trench, his ordinary appearance and lean figure, listening to the sounds around him—completely silent trenches were fundamentally abnormal.

Someone had cast a silence enchantment, probably a very capable individual, but these damn things never differentiate between friend and foe. Do these blasted Chaos creatures not need ears? Or can their sense of smell replace everything?

They're truly some damned mongrels.

It must be so, Mason drew his Revolver from his waist, extended the mirror shard in his right hand out of the corner. There was nothing moving behind him in the trench, and a friendly soldier who had been shot lay against the side of the trench; he had been dead for some time now.

My lord, I pray to you from here.

Mason leaned on the trench, watching as the air in the mirror slightly warped, growing increasingly distinct. He extended his left hand with the Revolver out of the trench and pulled the trigger toward the empty trench.