Steampunk Era: Mad Abield
Chapter 519 - 352: Fleeting Life (Part 2)

Chapter 519: Chapter 352: Fleeting Life (Part 2)

Catalia Hemingway.

Midnight, Bologna, East District Operation Base.

When he stepped out of the teleportation portal, Catalia hesitated for a moment—he had been to the Bologna operation base’s teleportation spot several times, which was a small garden with the flower beds favored by the little princess, not the desolate surface found only in the Dark Zone of the eastern world as it was now.

"Welcome, Your Excellency." The middle-aged man who came to greet him made Catalia decide to step out—this was the second son of the Moriti matriarch, he didn’t look very good, with one arm bandaged, but at least he was still alive.

"What happened here, did you provoke Malin?" Catalia was somewhat angry— the more he thought about Malin, the more uneasy he felt. Although he had heard that Malin was only at level 8 and a Mage of the sixth circle, his physical strength was extremely aberrant.

He had nearly a strength attribute of 20, and being hit by his hammer was like being struck by a meteor... It was unimaginable how strong he was.

So Catalia had immediately issued a warning after parting with Malin, yet there were still those who disregarded it— complete lawlessness!

While thinking this, he heard the middle-aged man’s response, "It wasn’t us who provoked Mr. Malin, we had no actual contact with him."

"Then what happened?" Catalia was completely confused.

The middle-aged man laughed a bit awkwardly, "The Dream Weaver Your Excellency heard about Mr. Malin’s situation and decided to invite him into a dream."

Catalia gasped, "The Dream Weaver Your Excellency is okay, right?"

"This... perhaps you should come and see for yourself."

Catalia took a deep breath— he couldn’t rage, it wasn’t their fault.

As the name suggested, the Dream Weaver operated on the stage of dreams, inviting Malin into a dream was risky; Malin was known to have an extremely strong will.

Could all this be his doing?

If that were the case... who could blame him? It was not as if they could accuse him of the opposite, and if the Church of Justice found out, they’d probably be in big trouble.

With such uneasy thoughts, Catalia followed the middle-aged man toward a tent.

Then he saw the Dream Weaver, who looked the same as usual, wearing a hooded robe... wait, why couldn’t he see the long hair that should have been visible?

"Dream Weaver Your Excellency," the elder frowned, he carefully regarded his colleague, "What happened here, I heard you invited Mr. Malin?"

"Yes, Elder Your Excellency, I did invite him," said the female with a sigh, looking at the elder, "But two guests arrived."

"Uh... which one?" Within the organization, that one represented a deity, someone capable of pulling Malin in, in Catalia’s view, could only be Prince Nameless.

"Not that one, another one," she said and involuntarily turned her head to glance at a corner.

Catalia’s scalp exploded because, at that moment, his peripheral vision finally caught a tiny figure in pitch-darkness, with a pair of pure white Soul Fires atop its head. Seeing Catalia looking over, the little Evil God grinned.

Catalia fought the urge to scream and turned to the Moriti family’s second son and the Dream Weaver, "This one... is the guest who came with Mr. Malin?"

The second son and the Dream Weaver nodded.

Catalia turned to the newly ascended fifth Evil God and forced a bitter smile.

What is this all about?!

·I am Mana, Malin’s existence from a different timeline.

Catalia fell silent for a moment, then turned again, the foolish girl, the Dream Weaver, had already covered her face and the second son looked toward the tent’s exit with an air of having no desires.

"Your Highness, my apologies, I think my companion meant no harm."

·I can feel it, otherwise her head would now be my favorite trophy.

He was smiling... although Catalia found his smile truly terrifying.

But this explained the state of the garden outside, he clearly had his powers under control; otherwise, not just the garden but the entire city would probably be ablaze.

Although he is an Evil God, it seems... he might show some mercy to humans.

·Don’t invite Malin into your dreams unnecessarily in the future, when his soul projection comes here, it drags me along too.

The small humanoid stood up and walked toward the tent’s exit.

Spiritual Energy hands lifted the tent flap for him, and as he stood in the moonlight, Catalia saw the pitch black on his figure turn to pure white under the moon’s glow. The figure of light turned to look at him.

·The dark wound on your body is gone, Mr. Hemingway.

"Do you know me?"

·Yes, I know you, though from that world.

After he spoke, a World Tree Sapling portal formed, and at the same time, a fairy-like World Tree Sapling emerged from the portal, kissing him on the forehead.

"Your Excellence... Your world..."

·Destroyed... You from this world, live well.

Having said that, the being extended his hand and patted the fairy.

·I’m leaving now, following Malin... and don’t forget everyone else.

Watching him leave, Catalia was silent for a while before finally taking out his cigarette case and lighting one for himself.

"I always thought the so-called time theory was just the Deep Divers talking to themselves." Moriti’s second son finally dared to speak up loudly at this moment.

"The theory of timelines is well-established. His presence aquí has just made us aware of the differences between individuals in different timelines. Anyway, this is a great discovery, and I think for the sake of our own lives, it’s best to be careful." The Dream Weaver exclaimed thus.

"Does Malin His Excellency know about this?" asked Catalia.

"Unaware. As soon as I detected the problem, I immediately sent Malin His Excellency’s projection back, but I couldn’t send this one..." The Dream Weaver said, smiling bitterly, "Your Excellence, what should we do next?"

"Don’t let today’s events leak out, no matter what. Malin His Excellency is very powerful, we must inform our young queen and then... if possible, it might be best to adjust her marriage arrangements."

"The Lady Moriti..."

"She will agree," Catalia spoke and tossed the butt of the finished cigarette to the ground, "and I will also tell her that Malin His Excellency’s excellence is evident to all."

"But he already has many lovers, Your Excellency Catalia, this wouldn’t be appropriate," the Dream Weaver asked, looking at Catalia.

"It’s all for the duchy, Dream Weaver Your Excellency." Catalia stared at his colleague, "Unless you have a better candidate?"

"Our young princess is not merchandise!" exclaimed the Dream Weaver.

"Then what will she be?" the old man asked, his voice cold as ice.