The steam in Nottingham City is always noisy, the gears crush the flesh and blood at the bottom, and the black smoke swallows up the last bit of skylight. Young Lin Mo woke up in a slum, with two souls squeezed into a thin body, with a rusty badge hidden in his arms. When the Eyes of Chaos opened, the whispers of "Sequence" and "Essence" penetrated into the bone marrow.
During the day, he was an apprentice at the mercy of others in the machine shop, surviving among the hot steel; at night, the secret information that emerged from the badge was like gangrene attached to the bone: the iron beetle jaws concealed the key to promotion, the core of the machine flowed with ancient contracts, and at the end of the sequence of the "patchman" was the gaze of the abyss.
When the foreman's copper staff fell and an inhuman roar came from the shadows, Lin Mo tightened his grip on the wrench. Is it a cog that is being crushed, or is it a secret wheel that moves the world?
The gears are still turning, and the gaze of the abyss has never moved away.
