Steampunk Era: Mad Abield
Chapter 512 - 347: So Small (Part 1)_2

Chapter 512: Chapter 347: So Small (Part 1)_2

"The child lying at my feet is also just a kid, look at them, the two of them close in age, one studied abroad at the Sydney Capital Business School, lost his head because of his father’s loyalty, the other sold newspapers every day, lost his life over a twenty-denominated Mowish Paper Money..." Malin said, bursting into loud laughter.

Bippo was counting down for the struggling youth.

·Ten, Bippo’s emotionless Whisper of the Soul rose in everyone’s hearts.

"Your Excellency, please don’t do this, your kindness is even famed far away in Farole!" the giant wailed.

·Nine, the last survivor of the entire race was moving the hands of time.

"My kindness blooms only for innocent cubs," Malin answered while stroking the axe in his hand.

·Eight, Bippo turned his head to look at the officer drawing his gun, a smile appearing on his tiny face.

"Your Excellency! I beg you! He’s just a homeless whelp! Every day in this kingdom, who knows how many die!" the giant knelt down.

·Seven, Bippo looked at the officer pulling the gun from its holster, clapping his hands.

The diary shattered into a giant scythe, bisecting the officer who tried to sneak attack.

·Six, Bippo’s mouth spread wide, a cheerful smile on his face.

"Why do you turn against me for a gang? I am a Red-robed Assistant Priest of the Goddess of Harvest Church, I can even deploy the Protectorate Army, and together with the brotherhood of churches, clean up the whole city because of your offense against me, to capture all traces in one swoop," Malin’s face filled with a smile, "Your time is running out."

·Five, Bippo crawled onto Malin’s shoulder, in its pitch-black pupils, the giant’s despair reflected.

"No, Your Excellency, kill me instead, please, don’t kill my child!" the giant howled and pleaded.

·Four, Bippo continued its speech, the whisper of the soul striking everyone’s heart like a hammer.’

"A child was killed, he died because of my employment, so I must avenge this child, to practice justice, I must stain my hands with blood, of the innocent and of the murderers," Malin stood beside the youth, moving his arms.

·Three, Bippo turned to look at the giant, a small thing with a smile, its mouth full of sharp teeth.

"Your Excellency, kill me!" the giant tore open his own collar.

·Two, Bippo’s tiny mouth stretched to his ears, and the mark of Chaos gradually appeared on his forehead.

"Child, do you know, your father was so scared of death, he wouldn’t expose his little secret," Malin gazed at the youth, then noticed the despair and struggle on his face, muffled: "Wait a second, Lorrin, let him speak."

The hands muffling his mouth, Lorrin loosened their deathly grip, then returned to Malin’s shoulder, hitting Bippo, who shrieked, simultaneously counting down the final one.

"It’s the Darce Gang!" the youth called out frantically.

Bippo paused, all the sharp teeth disappearing from its mouth, the mark on its forehead fading, it glanced around, looked at Lorrin, and finally chose to crawl back into its master’s hood.

"Good boy, you’re more sensible than your father, come on, get up," Malin commanded the others to release the youth.

"Darwin! You betrayed the organization! You don’t deserve to be my son!"

"I’m not your child at all! Because no father would ever betray his own son!"

Father and son began to argue, Malin turned and kicked the father to the ground: "Darwin saved himself, so your left hand, I’ll take."

Having said that, Mana stretched out the giant’s left hand, Malin axe’d it off at the arm.

Mana tossed the severed limb away, smashing it onto the face of the officer who had his hand on the holster, immovable.

Malin looked at the youth: "Where is the Darce Gang."

"East of the city! Dos Square, area K, number 41 on Karls!"

"Good kid, these two hundred are yours," Malin handed him a stack of Paper Money, then opened a portal for him: "After you graduate, would you like to serve me, son?"

"It would be an honor, Your Excellency!" the youth nodded vigorously.

Then, at Malin’s signal, he crawled through the portal.

Malin turned around, eyeing the giant silently clutching his wound, pulled out a checkbook from his wallet: "I’ll give you 3000, as compensation to that departed officer, he lived up to his duty and I, will not fail my belief."

Everyone must pay the price for each other’s choices, you are no exception, nor am I.

The portal opened behind Malin, Melo rose from the ground, bringing Malin’s four-pipe Shotgun and ammo pouch.

"You won’t beat them... Among them, there are strong ones of the fourth stage," Chief Hiro said to Malin.

"Step four... I might die, but if I don’t face this gang today, I would rather be dead because I cannot follow through with my beliefs. I have always felt that in life, there’s dignity in death and only disgrace in not living up to oneself."

After speaking, Malin fell backward into the teleportation portal.

While passing through the shallow layer of the subspace, Malin saw a young girl next to him.

She was a demure, square-eared girl.

"Malin, I greatly admire your understanding of revenge, my child. Go forth and fulfill your oath, become my Proxy."

"Who are you?" Malin asked.

"The God of Vengeance, go now, my child."

Malin landed on the teleportation portal carved out within the shallow subspace, and then he emerged from the portal in the real world.

Dos Square, Area K, No. 41 Carls, the coordinates were correct.

As Malin turned and stood up, Melo took out Malin’s wallet and pulled out a large fifty paper money note, handing it to an old man next to him, who was selling blank journals.

"I want all the journals, is that enough?" Malin asked.

"It’s just a little short," the old man said, looking curiously at Malin.

So Melo swapped it for a larger one hundred note: "Keep the change, and also, stay away."

The old man took the money, glanced in the direction Malin was looking, and then stood up and walked away.

"Hey, kid, what are you looking at?" the guard outside door number 41 noticed Malin.

Malin smiled: "Tell your boss, the outsider is here."

The next second, the journals on the stand began to float up. They lined up behind Malin as if they were undergoing inspection by their master or awaiting his summons.

The guard sitting there stood up, also picking up a shotgun that was beside him.

Several sheets flew out of one of the journals, turning into blades under the influence of spiritual energy, and sliced their owner’s perceived enemies to pieces.

Malin walked past the bodies and pushed open the large metal door.

Lorrin burst forth from the ground, entangling a patroller who saw Malin enter through the gate on a grapevine trellis.

Several more pages flew out from the journals beside Malin, turning into a spear that flew towards a tall individual on the balcony, who was turning to look at the courtyard. As it pinned the figure, Mana emerged from a potted plant, dragging the body off the balcony to avoid the fate of being noticed by the intruders.

Now was not the time.

Malin reloaded while Fio, who was walking beside him, carried four revolvers.

Lorrin carried an unknown large hammer at the forefront. As Malin approached, the door in front of it opened.

A middle-aged man met with the hammer-wielding Lorrin and was then hammered in the head into his chest cavity.

Fio rushed in, and then gunshots rang out in succession.

Malin followed suit.

The journals at that moment became insect-like aliens. They leaped forward, pouncing on people hiding behind cover, their blade-like front limbs slicing through everything.

Some roared as they transformed, but in the face of the No. 4 hollow point shotgun, all ordinary beings have their limits.

Malin advanced towards the second floor, holding the shotgun with one hand. He placed the barrel against the forehead of a man crawling in the blood and gore and pulled the trigger.

Someone crashed through the ceiling, and the giant humanoid roared as it charged at Malin.

The trigger was pulled to the end; two No. 4 hollow point bullets drilled into its chest. The humanoid knelt down, and by the time it fell at Malin’s feet, its head, severed by the paper insects, was in Malin’s hand. Malin smiled as he tossed the head at the middle-aged man who had appeared on the staircase and noticed the emptiness of the man’s left sleeve.

Found you, so you didn’t die after all.

A smile appeared on Malin’s face as a paper insect leapt into his hand and transformed into a long knife.

The man didn’t speak, only turned into a pitch-black figure.

"Hello, I’m the outsider you’ve been talking about," Malin said. "I have a lot of questions I want answers to. You’ll answer me, won’t you?"

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