Steampunk Era: Mad Abield

"Malin, Malin Gaiate."

"Ah, it’s little Mr. Malin, could you please put away your weapon? I know you’re a powerful little warrior, but they’re just too big, and might be a bit cramped for the corridor."

Malin didn’t really mind—the thing in his hand was a joke compared to the destructive power his true form could unleash.

After putting down his weapon, the answer from Bixiu Five came: "The North America Star Environmental Care Group is a group serving solely for white people’s care."

"In that case, isn’t it somewhat incorrect?" Malin asked—after all, this is the era of the Earth Union.

"I’m sorry, Mr. Malin, the era of rigid correctness is over. Although the North America Star Environmental Care Group serves only white people, it’s not discriminating against other races; it simply doesn’t admit them since it’s a private group, not a public institution. The Federation doesn’t control them."

"Wow, it’s unimaginable." Malin was impressed by a future he never imagined possible as he walked along the corridor towards the meeting room under the guidance of Isabella No. 7. For a moment, he thought the times before the Great Destruction had their merits, though everyone knows it was quite baffling.

"It is hard to imagine, right." Jason continued to inform Malin: "Like the North America Wakanda Care Group, this group only takes black children, but you must have never seen the North America Four Islands Care Group or the North America Peninsula Care Group."

"Wow, hearing that, East Asia is quite competitive." Malin sighed, wondering if the Thanan people would have a corresponding care group too.

But in the end, it had nothing to do with Malin.