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The first expedition failed. The gods gave fire and water. Human beings have found a way to survive among the ferocious beasts and strange mysteries. The second expedition failed. The gods gave fertile soil and crops. Human beings work hard and reproduce continuously, gradually forming a climate. The third expedition failed. God gave language and writing. Human beings communicate with each other, pass on knowledge, and gradually become the overlord of this continent through the collision of ideas. Humanity finally won the fourth expedition. An apple seems to fall from the tree accidentally. Steam appeared, carriages no longer needed horses, giant ships no longer needed sails, and wings were no longer needed to soar in the sky. These windless, automatic mechanical monsters drag humanity into a new era. This is the best of times! Mysteries gradually revived, plagues began to spread, music and poetry ceased to be popular, knowledge and wisdom ceased to be known, and the future and time became obscure. Winston Kissinger thought for a moment and added a sentence after this line of text. This is the worst of times! The marks of quills and books appeared on the paper, turning the sentence and the entire document into ashes. "Master, the expedition is about to begin..." "Which god should be in trouble this time?" An angry Winston threw away the quill in his hand and walked out of 25 Brook Street. "But Master... Can I pay off the money you owe before this?" "..."