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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 · Khoa huyễn
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Chapter 138: Aftermath (I)

"This is the destruction that Chaos can bring to this world."

As he walked back, Malin saw the burned streets, with only the stone parts of houses remaining, many brick walls having collapsed without support.

The streets were full of the dead, both Chaotic and innocent.

Some walls were covered with blasphemous symbols and words, some of which he could understand – they were excessively insolent, cursing the royalty and the nobles with the crudest of words.

For Malin, whether royalty or nobles, none were divinely appointed, although there were gods in this world, they seemed to have no control over the affairs of mortal realms.

But slandering people for things they didn't do was just too much, like this wall claiming the City Prefect of Pamir City was an idiot; in Malin's view, the guy might be missing a few screws in his head, but he had certainly not committed vile acts like abducting civilian women.

Would that kind of guy, full of knightly codes, do such a thing?