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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 · SF
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505 Chs

Chapter 47: The Appearance of the Dagger

Art requires money, and without money, art might produce a Van Gogh or Picasso, but ultimately, there are far more nameless, sorrowful strugglers barely known by others and without a legacy in history; mere digits in the great number of the population.

Just like the vast majority of people, they live in obscurity, unable to gain lasting fame or infamy.

Of course, that's the situation on Earth. In this world, art needs even more money because only with money can art avoid quickly becoming a haven for evil and chaos—at least not that quickly.

Malin was very pessimistic about this because he had discovered that among the evil gods, there seemed to be one connected to art.

Its name could not be mentioned, for in this world, tainted by subspace, uttering the name of a disaster-level evil god without protection would instantly connect oneself to that god's "broadcast channel."