Steam, I Use Logic to Smash the Throne

Steam is the breath of this world, gears are its bones. In the gap between the light belt and the forbidden area, passers-by use their life span as fuel, ignite the reverberating fire, and burn themselves step by step on the graduated stairs. The Gear Church says: Do not disturb the earth. The iron masks of the Inquisition flickered in the coal smoke, and the blood of wild travelers seeped into the cracks in the stone slabs. And above the sky, the Ringed Star City was suspended in silence—the powers of the eight major alliances of the planets were like an array of stars, overlooking the ants-like fighting and praying on the old continent. The old continent, the dark side, the starry sky. The three poles stand against each other, a century-old stalemate. When Lin Yue came here, he had only seven copper coins in his pocket, his seriously ill sister was lying on the bed, and the landlord standing outside the door was urging rent. He has no golden finger, no treasure of past life memories, only a brain with a master's degree in logic, and an almost cold rationality. While others listen to the echoing whispers of the practitioner, he is listening to the holes in the world. While others trembled at the cost of scale, he dismantled the disaster into a solvable equation. When the Inquisitor's iron boots sounded at the entrance of the alley, he had already calculated three escape routes and a trap. The world told him: If you don't leave, you will die. He said: OK. Then I will show you. Use logic as your sword and reason as your armor. Starting from the soot of the Iron Curtain City, step by step—— Cut open the curtain, step into the forbidden area, look up at the stars, and ask the gods. This is a path of seeking outward, analyzing inward, and seeking verification from one's own heart. At the end of the road, is it the truth or an abyss? He doesn't know. But he's already on his way.