Blood Tax

The war on the Eastern Front has ended, and the young armored cavalry escaped from the brink of death and madness. The distant neon lights of the capital city of the world spread out to him, the breath and whispers of ten and twenty layers of conspiracies lingered in his ears, and all tenderness and beauty seemed like a false dream. What appeared in front of him was an irresistible temptation and... An insurmountable transparent barrier. If the stories that happen here are similar to the stories you are familiar with... If the people who appear here are similar to the people you are familiar with, this is an accident of history, and it is also inevitable.