Ark: I adopted Seria at the beginning

The news that an event was going to be held in the factory reached the ears of the two brothers and sisters.

In order to show their presence, Theresia and Tracy decided to visit the factory.

When the two brothers and sisters arrived, it was actually when work was started.

And his people also welcomed him warmly. After all, they are still the leaders of this country, so they still have to give him some face.

There is a little sense of belonging, but not much.

When the two brothers and sisters just arrived at the factory, a concert belonging to them also started.

But why doesn't this look like a concert? Why are they still working and still in their positions?

The two brothers and sister looked at the rumblingly starting machine next to them with doubts, and then they heard a shocking loud shout.

【It’s time to work! 】

It was as if a shout made all these machines start to move.

【My weapon is in my hand】

【My happiness is in my hands】

The workers picked up their own operating rods and hammers and started hammering. These were their weapons. What they had in their hands was not just a weapon, but the tools they relied on to make a living.

[What is burning in the hot machine! 】

【Our sweat! 】

The workers present shouted in unison.

Then the sound of the cooperating machines starting up, and the loud sounds sounded from all over the factory, but no one seemed to be seen.

[The meshing gears are our spliced ​​beliefs]

【Our faith conveys infinite power】

At this time, the huge power generation gear located above the factory began to emit the sound of current, and the generator and power machine driven by the current generated by the gear began to work.

For a moment, the factory seemed to have a heart, as if the factory had a soul.

[waving fists with both hands]

[Stand upright with your feet on the ground]

【Stretch our backs with all our strength! 】

[Scream our names with all your strength! 】

【We are the ones who create everything! 】

A huge and neat sound resounded throughout the factory. At this time, all the workers no longer hid but actually climbed onto their own machines.

The factory seemed to become lively all of a sudden.

The materials turned into molten water and rushed from the conveyor belt to the various machine stations under the red fire light.

【Our skin is harder than steel! 】

[Our blood is hotter than molten iron! 】

【We are the heroes of creation! 】

As the word hero reached the ears of the two brothers and sisters, they immediately couldn't help but take a step back.

Not only were they shocked, but they moved their feet back unconsciously.

It was as if there was a force resisting them.

Resisting the discomfort in their hearts, the two brothers and sisters continued to read.

[Warriors pick up the weapons we forged]

【They are invincible】

[Farmers pick up the tools we forged]

【They make people no longer hungry】

【They all have the same name as us】

【We are all the ones who create everything】

[Creation is not the glory of the monarch, creation is the power of the masses! 】

[The meshing gears are our spliced ​​beliefs]

【Our faith conveys infinite power】

......

As the song progresses, the product they're building takes shape.

It was a huge iron rod-like thing, which was used to assemble a support part of a giant machine.

He looks so ordinary from the outside, but so important in meaning.

【From now on death will never belong to us! 】

As the last words of the song fell, a thunderous roar echoed throughout the factory.

The machine is on standby.

The song is over.

"What a shocking song!" Theresa was the first to applaud after the song ended.

Frankly speaking, this song is far more shocking than those so-called classical music.

But Tracys next to him was different. Unknowingly, he gradually clenched his fists.

What is this song trying to do? Want to deny the devil?

But then he loosened his fist again. Now was not the right time to break up with them.

Tracy was silent for a while and then silently applauded, but the applause was dull.

"Excuse me, where is the person who composed this song? I think he deserves an award." Tracy said.

"We are the ones who created this song!"

The lyrics were not created by the young man, but were worked out word by word by everyone.

The workers are not fools. Most of them were born as mercenaries. They have seen a lot of dirty things and done a lot of them.

They didn't care, but they couldn't involve the young man.

The workers present were well aware that the lyrics of the song were offensive and blasphemous to the two men in front of them.

Seeing that the workers had seen through his thoughts, Traces stopped asking further questions. Instead, he said hello to his sister and left the factory.

Before stepping out of the door, Tracy looked at her sister again and found that she was chatting happily with the group of workers.

"My sister, they want to kill us!"

Tracy sighed, and then walked to the palace alone.

Theresa also returned to the palace in the evening, and her brother had already been waiting for her arrival in the hall.

"Theresia, do you know what this means?" Tracys said in a dull tone.

"I know, but so what?"

"Their hearts no longer belong to Kazdaele. There is no pursuit of force in their eyes, only a compromise with reality."

"They have been domesticated and they are losing their power."

Listening to Tracy's voice, Teresia shook her head.

"If you think your pursuit of a better life is begging, then I think you should see a doctor."

"Besides, they have not forgotten their own power. Power can not only be used to kill, but it can also be used to create and pursue happiness. Why is only strong force everything?"

"But now we have no force! Who else recognizes us now? That scorpion?"

"The situation now is worse than before. The Scorpion has nominally returned control, but our manpower cannot be deployed even in the slightest, and these factories cannot even be managed."

"Will we manage these things? You also know that these things are not something that can be solved by turning them on and off, or do we have the talents in this field now?"

Theresia slowly walked up the stairs and sat on the throne that should belong to her.

Looking down at Tracy from above.

Then her solemn voice echoed through the empty palace:

“Everything that is happening in this country today illustrates the fact that we made mistakes in the past, and the mistakes were outrageous.

What have we gained from our century-long war? Let our people be displaced, let our people always live in pain, and let the land that should be rich become devastated. "

"Tell me, what is right and what is wrong?"

"My subject!"

A black crown slowly appeared on Theresia's head, sitting high on the throne.

At the same time, Tracy felt a strong sense of oppression coming towards him.