Steampunk Era: Mad Abield

In this world, whether in the Westland or the Eastern Land, there are people who do not surrender to destruction, do not bow to Chaos, even in the face of despair, they never retreat.

There is a legendary squad patrolling the camp, saluting Malin, whom Malin patted them on the arm one by one, especially encouraging Xiaolin.

People always grow; he remembers clearly when he first arrived in this time, Malin just wanted to live a good life once more, and now... "Lord Malin."

A child’s call came from behind, Malin turned his head, looking at the oldest of the five children. These children, due to their young age, have a high degree of malleability, which is why they learned to speak so early, unlike Shen Wansan, who seemed awkward like an old foreigner learning Chinese for the first time.

"What’s the matter, child?" Malin did not know their names; perhaps they didn’t have any, just as he did not know what the old Sage was called.

"The leader said it, we all heard it, can we... tell these words to our Azu?" The child looked at Malin, eyes filled with expectations and hope that Shen Wansan lacked.

Malin smiled and nodded: "You can."

Azu must be the title they use for the old Sage, like the word grandpa.

These zombies actually have the concept of family now. Though Malin didn’t know why zombies in the Eastern Land and Westland differed like this, he thought it would be wonderful if the killing between humans and zombies could end. After all, compared to them, Chaos is the enemy of all life on this planet.

Malin doesn’t expect zombies to stand in the same trench as Awakener and biochemical people against humans. He only hopes zombies can, like humans, stop fighting when facing the real enemy.

At least... before driving out Chaos, don’t consume each other anymore.