MTL - Examination of the Imperial Examination-~ Backlund steam train

Group number: 201567223

In the wave of steam and machinery, who can touch the extraordinary?

In the fog of history and darkness, who is whispering?

I woke up from the mystery and opened my eyes to see this world:

Guns, cannons, giant ships, airships, difference machines;

Potions, divination, curses, The Hanged Man, Sealed Artifacts...

The aristocrats are drunk with money, the miserable suffering of the people at the bottom, the contradiction between the colony and the ruling country, the harm caused by the war to the people...

"The industrial revolution that I started with my own hands, and the age of steam and machinery that I created with my own hands, will become the breeding ground for the birth of evil gods?"

"Yeah, whenever I see and hear about a large number of child laborers who die in their teens, most of the workers who rarely live past the age of 30 because of extreme overwork and harsh conditions barely survived the previous test but lost their jobs due to old age and lack of Guaranteed, the aging people who can only wander on the streets and die from starvation and cold, I have no doubts about the existence of evil gods, they are on the ground, in the east area, the dock area and the factory area.”

"Oh, even an investigation report mentioned that it is difficult for workers in some factories to live for five years."

"In the eastern district of Backlund, there is a saying that the residents living there must belong to the generation of grandpa from outsiders, there is no exception."

"The real meaning of this sentence is that people there will not have a third generation, and they will not be able to have grandchildren."

"Poverty and hunger make their children very thin and weak, and it is difficult to adapt to hard work, and they will quickly wither in Backlund, not to mention marrying and having a next generation."

The child laborers who died in their infancy, the workers who seldom survived for ten years due to the environment and hard work, and the female workers who braved various fatal diseases to work and could only receive a meager salary. Every factory was shrouded in countless resentments.

The tide of the times is rolling in, but

"People like us are like stalks in the field. When the wind blows, they will fall down. Even if there is no wind, they will fall down..."

The wind is coming...

The transcendent is hidden in the fog of shadows, and the world is a chessboard. The gods and kings have placed bets, weaving lies and conspiracies one after another for the chance to become the last chess player.

Do you accept this ending?

Is this the price you marked for the gift?

I don't know why I die, and I don't know why I live.

The hunter who sow discord dies of loyalty,

The witch who plays with emotions dies of love,

The cautious fortune-teller died of trust.

The thief who steals everything has nothing,

The visionary who created everything never existed.

The traveler fell on his way home,

The twilight giant slept before dawn.

Lawyers sacrifice for order,

The judge forgets the law.

The sleepless sleeps in the dark,

The corpse collector lay in the coffin.

We are guardians and a group of poor creatures who are always fighting against danger and madness.

This journey is a matter of life and death.

Although drowning was inevitable, they had struggled.

This is the worst of times, this is the best of times.

This is Backlund, welcome to this capital of all cities.

Your steam train number is: 201567223