Steampunk Era: Mad Abield

Malin had just finished striking everyone down, and when he turned his head, he saw that these middle-aged men were either growing horns on their heads or having their waists shrink. Two of them were already covered with white hair on their arms, each advancing toward an ominous old age, scaring Malin into quickly switching to the longsword of the Lord of Justice. Alright, and just like that, peace was restored. The horns fell off their heads, the hair on their arms disappeared, and their waistlines returned... Wait a minute, this chubby uncle with the returning waistline seems to have ten million things to say.

The Bleeding Ghosts over there had been hammered to the point of being half-helpless, and one of them tried to escape. Malin reached out and grabbed it, causing it to scream and fly back to Malin’s feet, tilting its head back and offering its neck to Malin’s grip.

Malin didn’t crush it but instead caught the longsword it handed over and used it to pierce the heart of the Bleeding Ghost.

If the Bleeding Ghost’s longsword could move, it probably would now be knocking its head against Malin’s hand, boom boom boom.

Just like how the big guy over there is acting now: "Immortal! Forgive the mistakes of a small person like me!"

Malin smiled and helped the big guy up. He thought his previous actions were like putting eye drops in front of such a powerful figure like Malin, making himself look very clueless. Malin didn’t think so, after all, if the world were full of living people with the courage to face despair like him, what would chaos be? In the Subspace, there is no absolute, and the four vendors arise from the darkness within life. If everyone harbors a fearless courage, possesses the most rational thinking, takes care of their and others’ health, loves creation, art, and affection, the vendors might only become the Rightful Gods in this world.

Much like how the War God is now, the method of the Lord of Justice wasn’t wrong. In other worlds, Khorne remains Khorne, but here, he appears more like a legitimate War God—though a bit chaotic, at least he wouldn’t easily bless believers into Chaos Spawn.

"Your bravery and fearlessness, both I and my love have witnessed. You’ve done well; each of you will receive my reward."

Having said this, Malin handed a big box of potions to the big guy: "Go share it with your team members."

Although the big guy didn’t know what exactly those green bottles contained, he knew if it’s given by a strong man, it must be something good.

When he showed it to his team, a big-tailed fox girl dressed as an Immortal Master saw the potions and slid to Malin: "You must be Prince Malin! I finally see you in person!"

Just when Malin was wondering if this girl was trying to extort him, she took out a small notebook: "Your Highness! Sign an autograph, let’s take a photo!"