Steampunk Era: Mad Abield

The day before arriving in Bangkok, Malin sat at the stern of the ship, finished eating his grilled fish, and idly observed the constellations in the sky.

Sostak No.3 and Jason were trying to contact two AIs in the area, but chances were slim. According to Mr. Meng, they hadn’t encountered any mechanical life forms in the Bangkok region.

Malin took out his diary and wrote about today’s experiences—who knows what day it is today? Nightfall.

Honestly, after drifting across the sea and land for so long, Malin had completely forgotten what month it was. He only remembered it was still unbearably hot today. Everyone on the ship, young and old, wore shorts. Of course, Malin and Meng Quyi could always activate the temperature endurance spell formations daily, so at least they could still maintain decorum.

Thinking this through, Malin sighed and continued writing in his diary.

Today, I played mahjong with the ambassadors. They’ve been learning it for ages and finally built up the courage to challenge someone to a game, choosing me, presumably the "rookie."

Haha, as if these old dogs could have predicted that Malin, who seemed like a complete stranger to mahjong, was actually a calculating monster who could anticipate every possible outcome from the cards in their hands.

I wiped them out—it was three against one. Ambassador Lin nearly wagered his granddaughter on the game.

He thought I didn’t know the type of person his granddaughter was. Meng Quyi had already mentioned it. That young woman has arms thicker than my waist, goes berserk up to three meters tall, and is a purebred Thainan giant.

Though even during domestic violence, she wouldn’t stand a chance against me—still, I’m not the kind of man who likes hitting women.

Malin, you played mahjong again today. Tomorrow, no more mahjong! Do something meaningful, I beg you!