Steampunk Era: Mad Abield
Chapter 636: Section 448: Blood of Carter (Part 3)

Chapter 636: Section 448: Blood of Carter (Part 3)

War, peace, revolution.

These seemed like a curse, looming over the sky known as history, or perhaps a waltz in which everyone helplessly danced to the song called fate. To Malin, it appeared that the world still wandered in a sea of suffering, with everyone struggling, everyone seeking to survive, only that, after being helplessly controlled for so long, they had forgotten they were also masters of their own fate, not puppets controlled by greed and desire.

In the following two days, in newspapers, on the radio, from people’s mouths, and in the shouts in the squares, the only thing Malin could hear was war.

The Northern Kingdom couldn’t provide the murderer, they couldn’t even produce any intelligence; in such circumstances, the southern treaty group and the northern holy union started bolstering their front lines with additional troops. Malin’s body was still that of a child, and as an only son, it naturally wasn’t his turn to be conscripted, but when Malin watched those young lives donning uniforms that barely differed from those worn a thousand years before by the Sydney Union, he couldn’t help but lament that this was indeed war.

Just like the first World War, the continent was about to face the flames of war once again.

In those two days, Malin also figured out the state of the era—the Chaos was expelled, the Subspace was stripped away, but the native Spirits still existed, some different kinds that lost the Subspace had also become Spirit-like beings.

However, this world had transformed into an entirely new form, and humanity once again became the undisputed masters of this world.

Demon Hunters had become a mainstream profession, some Transcendent Sequences that required different kind materials were fading from human sight, whereas other Transcendent Sequences had replaced the previous different kind materials with new ones, becoming safer and more effective.

When he went back to the hotel for lunch, Malin met his body’s mother, a petite and cute Rebbish sheep-person without horns, but possessing enough strength, at least a third step being, which was a Sequence Malin had never seen before.

She was said to have gone to accompany Anjel Haus these past two days.

Malin sat at the table, wolfing down his food, and when the waiter came over to collect the dishes, he still instinctively lifted the young man’s hand because Malin noticed that the boy’s left leg bone had an old injury. With this treatment, his injury should be considered healed.

"I never knew my child knew Divine Arts for healing, it’s been a thousand years since any Deity made an appearance, and you, how do you know this?"

Was she starting to suspect that her child’s body had been taken over?

But she didn’t make a move, it looked like she was just puzzled by the Divine Arts for healing as in this era of absent Deities, Divine Arts were too conspicuous.

Thus, Malin smiled and said, "Don’t worry about this child, I won’t harm him."

"But I am very worried, sir, Fate brought you before my child not to take him away from me. I can’t watch this happen, and if necessary, I will kill my child myself." The petite mother looked at Malin with doubt written all over her face, waiting for an answer.

"I don’t intend to harm anyone, I came to this era perhaps to witness something, perhaps to save something, so descendant of Lillim, don’t worry," Malin finished saying, and smilingly watched the lady’s complexion change drastically.

"How do you know my ancestor, who are you?" Her first address used ’you’, but in the second address, she already switched to the respectful ’you’.

Because I am also one of your ancestors, Malin sighed inwardly: "Don’t ask who I am, don’t worry, I will eventually leave this world." With that, Malin got up, ready to continue his stroll outside.

"Sir, since you recognize my ancestor, I... I have a question I want to ask you." The little lady looked at Malin with eyes full of hope.

"You want to know who your paternal ancestor is?" Malin asked with a smile.

The lady nodded: "Yes, sir, our Haus family is actually made up of three female ancestors, and the Gaiates have two females, these women should have conceived children with the same man. But whether it’s the history passed down through the ages or the research of today, we have not been able to find out who this man is. Now we have even discovered that deep research can’t verify his identity, all the information checks out to ’no such person’. Sir, this question has been troubling us."

"...Malin, haven’t you heard this name before?"

"What?" The lady showed a puzzled expression: "I watched your lips move, you began with saying something, can you write it down?"

"...There’s no need, it seems the suppressive force of this world is at work." Malin immediately understood—he had heard of the suppressive force theory; if his own name had truly disappeared from history, then perhaps this future was the result of his own sacrifice.

"Suppressive force... Our ancestor, was he really a hero?" A glint of tears was visible in the lady’s eyes.

"I think he simply felt that he had done some things he had to do." Malin finished and then turned to leave: "Don’t tell others about this, sometimes, the more you know, the more pain you suffer."

The truth of this world was no longer important to Malin; whether it was real or fake, if this was all true, Malin would be able to face everything and sacrifice himself bravely. If it was fake, even better, Malin would make the Sydney Union even stronger.

The lady didn’t mention anything, only silently watched Malin leave, and once again walking in the street, Malin felt the breath of impending war.

Speaking of which, this was also the first time Malin dived this deep, before this, he had never exceeded two days.

Passing by the former Church Street, today’s church had been transformed into a hospital, a gathering place, and an orphanage,

Gone were the apprentice’s frolicking quarrels and the smiling Church knights’ greetings; Malin stood in front of the former site of the Church of the Harvest Goddess, looking at the market in front of him and feeling a sense of melancholy.

As he was about to leave, Malin noticed a flash of light in the alley.

The next second, a Panso kid emerged from the suddenly opened rift, jubilantly climbing over a heap of trash, Malin spotted clothing completely different from this era on him. Then a large man crawled out from the rift as well.

Additionally, Malin smelled the scent of blood.

"He wants to kill me!" the half-sized boy screamed.

"If you don’t want to die, then scram!" the big man roared.

And the next second, Malin slapped the big man onto the ground.

I hear you’re quite audacious, hope your temper can be as big as that.