Lorenzo took Eve and walked into the crazy party, and everything became clear before his eyes. The long corridor led directly to the deepest part, but like a spider web, it branched out into dozens of small paths as it went deeper. At the intersection of the corners, there were people lying everywhere with dazed eyes, as if they were immersed in a dream that they could not wake up from.
"What on earth is this..."
Eve was almost suffocated and words were no longer audible.
"A feast of bliss."
Lorenzo answered in a flat voice. This blood-boiling atmosphere could not excite him at all, as if his blood was cold. His eyes were on the four people lying on the ground. They hugged each other warmly, immersed in the dream together.
This is just the periphery. No one knows how many people are obsessed with this huge underground palace.
But Lorenzo didn't care about that. He pulled Eve forward, stepping over one twisted and squirming body after another.
“What are those people doing?”
"Sweet dreams. This is their way of relief."
Lorenzo said as they walked, holding Eve's arm.
"Do you know the hallucinogens that are rampant in the outer city? They inject that. Just a little bit can help them escape reality for a long time. This is also one of the programs of the Sabo Dance Party. People in the lower city usually call this kind of gathering the Bliss Feast. In their eyes, this behavior is like going to heaven together."
His eyes were slightly cold. Lorenzo never liked this kind of escape method.
"But I can only go there for a while. The dream will eventually end. I will fall hard from the beautiful paradise, wake up in the dirty downtown area and cry loudly."
Eve was stunned. The cruelty of the world was only revealed to her a tiny part, and she felt extremely depressed.
"Why...why do this?"
It seems like asking why they don't work hard and love life.
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This is the era of steam technology. The rumbling steam engines are pushing the world's technology forward, but the beauty brought by this technology is not favored by everyone, not even in the old city of Inglvig.
The entire old Dunling is in a kind of morbid deformity. The sky is covered with dark clouds, the Zeppelin airship never dives, the world's top technology is nurtured in this industrial hotbed, and everything is developing in the best direction.
But the price of all this is so painful. The air mixed with exhaust gas resounds in the lungs of every Yngveg person. In order to keep the furnace burning forever, the old forest has long been burned to ashes, and now only wasteland to be developed remains.
The top of technology always prioritizes serving the military, so Yngvig finally won the glorious war that lasted for a hundred years. The dividends of the war and the unique military technology made it rise rapidly. Under the distorted development, the Serpent of the Atrium almost covered all of Yngvig's territory. The silent torrent of steel was enough to easily destroy any country that refused to surrender.
But the darkest thing is always the deepest shadow under the daytime.
The gradually emerging public infrastructure could only meet the needs of the nobles and some of the people. The Mechanical Institute was already able to send hundreds of tons of war machines into the sky, but it was unable to light up the lights in every dark home. After the liberation of productivity, countless people became unemployed. They were expelled from their own country like wild dogs, living in damp sewers, and finally fell into desperate madness.