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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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Eulogy in Silence

Swords clashed, sending out a large cluster of sparks, and with just one strike, Malin confirmed that the person before him did not have the upper hand in strength.

All of them were giants, and even now that the paths of the living and the ghosts diverged, it was impossible for a change in appearance to yield a terrifying effect of adding 10 points of strength. Thus, Malin swung his longsword, beginning to overpower his opponent with sheer force—this sword was made by a Demon Hunter blacksmith for the old Hoffman, said to have chopped off quite a few unlucky heads, including those of different kinds and Spirits. Surely, it would claim another one today.

The undead bride screeched as she clashed with Malin—as the perpetrator who had desecrated her lover's remains, her only thought now was to kill Malin. This was very important because if the undead bride were to escape the manor, no one knew how many innocent unlucky souls she could kill before being purified.