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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 · Ficção Científica
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505 Chs

Sixty-two Chapters: Every Encounter is Predestined

Faye's werewolf relative grumbled and stomped towards the exit of the coffee shop, with Malin squinting calmly behind him—truly deserving of the title of an outsider, as no one in Carterburg's territory dared to raise their voice against Malin Gaiate anymore.

Well, not that there weren't any before, it's just that after a good hammering, they all fell into line.

That's the thing with outsiders. Malin strongly suspected this guy had been living in the Imperial Capital for far too long, possibly forgetting how precious life really is.

Why though? Aren't you relatives with Faye? Why can't you discuss things civilly? Malin lamented for the sorry state of the world.

Following him out of the coffee shop, Malin spotted a carriage, and the young people atop it all hopped down upon seeing this fellow named Sigro.

A gnome stepped forward a few paces: "Boss, where are the others?"