Steampunk Era: Mad Abield

Malin didn’t manage to wait for some old man to get up, and as the train had already started moving, he ultimately decided to place the saddle on Spotty’s back. He then rode her to leap off the train, took up his bow and arrows, and began pursuing a herd of yellow deer— emergency rations and Spotty’s family’s meat consumption had been speeding up lately, so Malin had to start hunting, or else the emergency rations might just have to sacrifice themselves heroically, as the term suggests.

After shooting down three yellow deer, Malin managed to control the rest of the herd and tossed them into his own sub-plane—don’t forget, Ails’ originally desolate sub-plane now had birds singing and flowers blooming. It was better to let them reproduce in there for fresh meat later on.

With his prey in tow, he caught up to the train—the steam train wasn’t too fast, and Spotty, being one of the few high-speed Spirits, had initially been able to jump onto the train thanks to her speed.

Back in the last carriage, Malin handed the game over to Matilda for processing. After removing the saddle, Malin petted Spotty for a while, then took the piece of meat Matilda passed to him, first feeding Spotty, then the emergency rations, followed by the leopard cubs.

After feeding the leopard cubs, Malin helped Big-Eared Fox process the deer meat, washed his hands, and with the little leopard cubs following at his feet, carried them into the resting carriage.

The girls were organizing the complete manuscripts of the Age of Great Destruction that Malin had written. These manuscripts would be able to fully supplement the vast geographical knowledge and information of that period, which the current Deep Divers weren’t aware of.

This knowledge was something that Malin had specifically spent half a night writing out. Transforming into a manuscript-writing machine, he had done his best. He hoped that the person coming to collect the manuscripts in the next city would understand their importance. If he lost them, Malin would only be able to have him dictate the entire manuscript—roughly one hundred thousand words. He hoped he would enjoy that.

Maya, seeing the little leopard cubs in Malin’s arms, happily hugged Malin.

"Maya! Don’t cling to Mr. Malin. Let him help too," Lillim said with a smile.

"No, Brother is so cute today, he’s all mine," the Leopard Girl said, wrapping her tail around Malin and declaring ownership all the while.

Malin synchronized in acting cute—his paternal lineage not only brought with it some minor troubles due to being cute but mostly advantages, such as the girls liking to sleep holding the adorable Mr. Malin.