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Clockwork Planet - Volume 1 - Chapter Prologue

Published at 2nd of January 2016 01:03:51 PM


Chapter Prologue

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—Tick tock, tick tock.

 

The gears continued to spin.

 

Regularly, mechanically, inevitably.

 

And so, they continued to count time as it existed.

 

Even as clocks stopped, it meant nothing.

 

Even when damaged, twisted, the wheel of time would continue to spin.

 

Regularly, mechanically, inevitably.

 

Tick tock, tick tock—

 

Prologue (Re-Construct)

It was sudden.

But the world had long been destroyed.

 

Meteor Strikes, Invaders from Space, Pandemics, or the Armageddon—

Throughout history, humans have imagined all sorts of ways as to how ‘the world would end’.

And every single time, they would be overwhelmed by this delusion-like hysteria; but in the end, nothing happened. And then, they would worry about the fact nothing had happened, and the cycle would repeat itself once more, like a dog chasing its own tail in circles.

But reality was not so fictionalized to a point of drama.

 

There were no large meteors that crashed into Earth.

There were no aliens that came from the ends of the Milky Way to conquer the world.

No matter what kind of pandemic there was, it was ultimately defeated in the face of human medicine.

And also, humanity was not so foolish as to cause its own doom by using nuclear missiles.

The real ‘end of the world’ did not need any fantasy, nor any catharsis or romance.

This boring yet indisputable truth showed there was no need for such emotions to be involved in this end.

Let us talk about the ending here.

 

One day, the Earth suddenly died.

 

There was no anomaly, change or forewarning when it was announced.

Scientists concluded that the ‘lifespan’ was used up.

The Earth’s lifespan was estimated to have another 5 billion years left, but they actually miscalculated it by 5 billion.

It was really foolish.

All the people were dumbstruck, unable to say anything, but there was nothing they could do.

Besides, no matter how they calculated it correctly or wrongly, the hands of a clock would never turn back, and the lifespan of the Earth couldn’t be extended.

Earth was not an eternal lasting star, and it would not have a spectacular finale like an exploding supernova. Humanity would not meet its end from a calamity caused by the movement of the tectonics, which would cause a spectacle of panic in anticipation of it. Instead, the energy gathered in the planet was used up, and it slowed down for approximately a hundred years until it became a Death Planet…

Nothing changed during this time.

The boring reality continued.

The history of humanity ended at that point.

 

—now, let us talk about the boorish later developments.

Humans, having despaired over the Earth that was to become a death planet, built a large migration spaceship in their pursuit for a new world, and departed from the Solar System.

And like the previous Sci-Fi movies from not too long ago, the romantic story of wandering in space, searching for a planet similar to that of Earth, began.

They did not know where they were going, and there was no guarantee they could reach their destination. The outer space technology was incomplete, and there was a bigger probability that they would become space dust first.

Nobody knew what sort of end they would meet in the midst of this dangerous travel.

Bon voyage.

 

However, unlike the people who left for space, most of humanity chose to stay on Earth.

There were researchers who fought on, embodying the determination of humanity, but all brought about failed returns.

And just as a dead human could not revive, the planet could not be reborn.

There was still a hundred years until Earth would become a death planet, and as this planet headed for its death, humanity accepted this despair that was practically a noose around their necks.

To people, this time was too short for them to think of countermeasures, yet too long to maintain a sense of crisis.

The depleted resources and energy even prevented humanity from triggering a final war.

At this stage, reality did not show any signs of a fictional plot.

 

—However, 30 years after the planet died.

 

The overly boorish reality brought about a stage for a man.

He was not a scientist, nor a politician, nor a religious leader. Naturally, he was also not a magician who could randomly display a miracle at his own whim.

The reason why people would listen to that virtual unknown was probably due to despair—or maybe was it because they had already given up on hope.

But after that, from the words he said, even the people in despair were flabbergasted by how ridiculous it sounded.

 

“I’ve invented a blueprint that can power all the functions of this world through gears.”

 

He was a clock engineer.

 

This man, who called himself “Y”, possessed a massive amount of data nobody else could have a grasp of, and declared to the entire world.

 

“Watch me now. I shall recreate the entire world with gears—”

 

On that day, reality surpassed imagination for the first time.

This was what he named the blueprint filled with countless gears:

 

—“Clockwork Planet”

He suddenly recovered.

Hey, are you feeling sane now? Are you completely certain on what you plan to do in the future? Okay, calm down and think over it again. Right now, there’s still time to turn back and look; don’t do such things all because of one foolhardy moment. Besides, what sort of benefit does it bring to you?

(Benefit…?)

In other words, return.

 

 

 

And 1000 years later…

Naoto Miura’s desires, which matched the risks he took.

Naoto held his breath as he nestled between the water tank and the air conditioning installation at the top of a high-rise building, restraining his heart that was almost in a state of rampancy, and adjusted his breathing.

(This is—)

Was there a need to say so? It was all because of her.

Because that extremely cute person desired it. No, she did not know how she looked, but she was most definitely cute. That was why there was no problems; he definitely had to get her, to cuddle her tightly, to let her head rest on his knees while he patted it, to mess around her hair, to love her without holding back.

Right, he made up his mind. He would not panic, and he’d use his head, be a little cool, and not hold back. If anyone intended to stop him, he was going to break anyone that got in his way, even if it was the president.

He patted himself on the cheeks to motivate himself.

He affirmed the situation.

It was night, soon to be the next day.

The edge of the roof could not obstruct the view of the lights scattered along the streets, ostensibly a torrent of light that purified the darkness.

They were gears that converted energy into light, the light of the light gears.

Under that blanket of lights, the starry sky could not be seen.

What the naked eye could see were the silver moon and the ‘Equatorial Coil’ that operated under the influence of gravity.

 

“Now then…”

Naoto leaned his back on the wall in the shadows, and peered down at the street.

 

What could be seen below was the ‘Clockwork Town’—Akihabara.

A long time ago, it was a bustling area well known as the district for electronics, and at this point, still remained the capital of the most advanced environment.

There were anime, manga, games, and also gears, machine parts, and automated parts. It was a city of entertainment, with shops ranging from large to small, a hotbed of activity.

A memory flashed in his mind, reminding him that he once came to this place for a “Pilgrimage in the Holy Land”, and spent a lot at this place.

But at this point, he had no sentiments towards it.

For he had attained something more wonderful—and from now on, he shall continue to look for it.

“Right, it’s about time.”

After muttering this line, Naoto pulled his head in.

He picked up the cables scattered on the floor and attached them on the cheap neon green helmet on his head.

They were connected to an amplified mixer, an effects unit, a noise controller, and all sorts of audio equipment. Also, there were several microphones attached to them.

Naoto switched on the machine, and sat cross-legged.

With a deep buzzing, the machine started to run. He took in a deep breath, and his chest beat wildly, thump thump, moving the hot blood through.

His ears were clear of distractions.

And he called out.

“—Marie, are you ready?”

“—Of course, who do you think I am?”

The answer came in the form of an elegant girl’s voice, and the uppity yet imperious voice, sounding as though it belonged to a noble, did not feel indisposed as it entered Naoto’s ears.

“It’s all up to you, Meister.”

“Of course. Please focus on your job here.”

Roger that, Naoto nodded.

And then he fiddled on the equipment, switched the microphone line, and said,

“—Halter, how’s it going on your end?”

“—I’m getting impatient here. Ready to go anytime.”

The deep yet charming masculine voice answered,

“But are you alright on your side? How do you feel? You’re the crux here, Naoto. It all depends on you.”

“It’s just a small thing. No problems.”

“Then let’s hurry and finish this. Once we go back, this old man will treat you to a meal.”

Naoto heard his brisk tone, together with some whistling, and gave a slight wry smile. The tension within him eased slightly because of this.

Then, Naoto switched the line again, and called out for the last person.

“—RyuZU, you ready?”

“—Master Naoto, please allow me to give you some beneficial advice. It is an act of a fool to ask about something you are already confident of. Your intellectual level is already shockingly low, so if I may ask of you, please at least try to act a little wiser when you act.”

The answer he got was of caustic sarcasm.

The words that would break a listener’s heart came from a composed girl—a spry voice that was akin to a music box.

Naoto smiled, and closed his eyes.

“I say, RyuZU.”

“Yes, what is it?”

“I love you.”

“—I think, as swine, it will be good if you die.”

“Phii~”

Naoto’s shoulders shuddered as he chuckled; the cute scolding felt good.

Ta ta ta, he tapped at the controls of the equipment lightly, and stood up.

“Okay, let’s play a song for a little while.”

Naoto faced the microphones lined at his feet,

“Let’s begin the countdown, shall we? Three, two, one—”

As he counted down, he raised his hands to the sky.

He looked down at Akihabara laid out below him, and like a conductor leading an orchestra, he caught on the rhythm he made in his ears and swung his right hand down forcefully.

Naoto kept his smile,

“—Start!”

Later.

There was an intense quake spanning a 30km radius with Akihabara Grids as the epicenter.

All communication functions ceased, and the “Resonance Gears” within started to function beyond their specifications.

The core towers of gear arrays, which regulated the functions of the city, started acting in a way never seen before.

This was neither an ordinary malfunction nor a sign of defect after years of wear and tear. The systems were running normally, but for some reason, it was not running according to its manager’s instructions.

And 5 minutes after it happened.

The communication functions, which had ceased for a while, suddenly started to work again.

The people, who were unable to do anything and watched the developments in silence, heard a ‘criminal statement’ through the television and radio from a ridiculously agitated criminal.

“Good evening, ladies—and—gentlemen!! And all foolish, mediocre and ordinary citizens who do not fit these categories!! Pardon me for disturbing your enjoyment of the weekend night!!”

The voice being broadcasted was doctored.

It was impossible to guess the age and gender of this voice, which paused the thoughts of its listeners.

“As for who I am—well, it is too embarrassing, so let’s cut it out! This bastard’s actually embarrassed! Let’s try again after raising the affection level, shall we? Well, in fact, I’ve been feeling sleepy for quite some time, I just want to drink a nice large cup of good night cocoa and sleep, but I can’t! Check it out!!”

The voice however ignored the reactions from the audience as it continued its one-sided conversation like a drunken DJ.

“Ah, ah, does everyone know this? Since 1000 years ago, we’ve replicated the atmosphere, gravity, geothermal energy and other sorts of phenomenon through the usage of the gears—and then? If everyone’s mind is not filled with dog shit, I suppose you probably thought about a certain thing at least once—right!?”

—No way.

Amongst the crowd that had ceased its thoughts, the few perceptive people and the rare few who grasped the situation inadvertently gulped simultaneously.

An unbelievable, horrifying image appeared in their minds.

—Was it, was it, was it? How could such a stupid thing happen!?

And so the voice got more agitated, ostensibly betraying the insignificant prayers from the people.

 

“YE—AH!! To those of you who just thought ‘no way’! DING DING DING! You’re absolutely correct!! THAT’S THE UNBELIEVABLE FINAL ANSWER!!!”

 

—It was impossible.

But if that was the truth, this strange phenomenon could be stopped.

The communication functions that ceased at the same time, the resonance gears that reported the criminal’s intent, the city’s functions that were beyond Management’s control; all these pointed to a single conclusion.

The owner of the voice indicated an affirmation proudly and delightfully.

 

“ON THIS DAY! RIGHT NOW! FROM THIS MOMENT ON! I HAVE GAINED CONTROL OF ALL THE GEARS IN THE AKIHABARA DISTRICT. YEAAHHHH—!”

 

—Currently, the planet is a replica made from gears.

The many gears, as many as the stars in the universe, compose a highly intricate mechanism that draws energy from the moon’s gravitational pull, and runs based on the Earth’s gravity.

But in this era, since the blueprints were lost, nobody was able to grasp the nature of the structure. Hundreds of the forefront leaders of clock engineers gathered together, yet they were only able to maintain it.

However.

The designer—commonly known as “Y”, did have perfect control over the structure.

“Y” was the greatest genius in human history.

But at the same time, he was simply just a man, neither a god nor a demon, and not a magician who wanted to do anything at his own whim. Thus, theoretically, it was completely possible for someone else to do the same thing.

Thus, anyone who had control over the gears could freely control the environment of the planet, and use this massive power.

In this world that was recreated completely through gears, that would be the ultimate power.

A power on the level of God.

“Okay! To celebrate the wonderful accomplishment on this day, I’ve prepared a wonderful gift for everyone! Don’t get so happy that you’ll piss your pants, yo!?”

 

Those that understood what was happening felt their blood curdle, and those that did not started to feel uneasy as they sensed a bad premonition.

Please, please don’t let this happen.

The voice however continued to notify them delightfully, ignoring this prayer from the people.

 

“Eh—the current time is February 8th, 00:12, 32 degrees Celsius. But does everyone know? Normally, at this time, the average temperature here is only around 5 degrees Celsius. Because of a malfunction in the recreation of the environment, everyone here is experiencing a hot sleepless night, and so!”

 

A fun, taunting voice echoed.

But the meaning it conveyed was a fatal one to everyone present.

 

“I will put an end to the harsh summer up till now. That means, 72 hours from now, I’m just going to lower the temperature surrounding Akihabara District to negative 150 degrees Celsius.”

Everyone was speechless.

What did the idiotic owner of this voice just say? Put an end to something? Negative 150 degree Celsius? Naturally, that would not be a state humans could live in.

Their words did not cease because of fear.

But that Akihabara would literally freeze.

 

“Ahh, no no, don’t thank me. You don’t have to get down on your knees to kowtow to me. I’m most grateful to see how everyone looks when they shriek and freeze to death.”

 

—Madness.

This was the only expression that could describe the somewhat delighted tone.

Such an eccentric madman had complete control over the temperature.

Every person felt chills over this terrifying reality.

“Oh shit! I forgot! I have to prove that this isn’t a bluff or a prank!!”

 

That voice was as nonchalant as one forgetting to turn off the power, and it continued like a bus tour guide:

 

“Then everyone, please look at Tokyo Tower from a window near you.”

And with that line, everyone lifted their eyes to a window.

The Tokyo Tower.

It was an old radio tower, made of a red and white steel frame.

After abandoning electricity, this territorial Tokyo landmark had become an obstacle and was preserved as a historical relic for more than 1000 years.

And then—

The change lasted only for a moment.

With everyone looking on, the red metal tower creaked in the night and was frozen white. It was as fast and absolute as soaking a rose in liquid nitrogen.

“Ahh—!!”

In the next moment the Tower was crushed by its own weight, became numerous bits of fragments, and collapsed without a trace.

Everyone was left speechless, and could only watch on blankly as the scraps fluttered.

—Was that which they saw just a while ago reality?

They had witnessed this in person, but their minds refused to accept it.

It was so surreal a scene that it could not have possibly happened.

…But reality was right before their eyes.

The tower, which had naturally stood for more than a thousand years, was no longer there.

Within a few seconds it had disappeared like an illusion.

 

“I wonder if everyone’s enjoyed this? That’s it for tonight’s show! Please take note not to catch a cold, and enjoy this night warmly. Good night! Thank you for listening in! See you again! Adios amigo!”

—The declaration made by the criminal ended just 10 minutes after it began.

The 40 million people living in the metropolitan area became a melting pot of chaos and within a few minutes the city’s functions were completely paralyzed.

On the roof of the building, Naoto was gasping for breath due to the highly intense speech he just made.

At this moment, a voice came from behind.

“—Yo, it’s been tough on you.”

He turned around.

Halter was standing there.

He was a bald hulking man, aptly described by the term ‘muscular freak’, and the way he silently walked over to Naoto with a grin on his face made him resemble a carnivorous Panthera.

“Now you’ve become an amazing internationally wanted terrorist—a superstar, right? How does it feel to be listed in the High School history textbooks?”

“Not bad.”

Naoto gave a light smile in response to Halter’s frivolous speech.

He did not feel agitated after committing a crime the world had never seen before and did not feel fearful for being an enemy to the entire world. What he simply felt was a sense of liberation after finishing a job.

Suddenly, a dazzling light shone on him.

“—Confirming target. All hands are to begin descent and capture the targets.”

Three helicopters were on the other side of the lights.

The armed helicopters were like black pterodactyls as they hovered silently, and shone their spotlights and machine guns at the two people on the roof.

Then, 6 groups—18 shadows in total, jumped out from the bellies of the helicopters. These gorilla-like silhouettes had pudgy arms and firm abs, and they landed on the cracked concrete floor one by one.

Halter patted his bald head and muttered:

“Three silent helicopters and fully armed assault-type Automatons. I guess that’s to be expected for a superstar; you sure have eager fans taking the initiative to approach you, huh?”

“If they want signatures, they need to get in line.”

In response to the duo chatting away frivolously, the helicopter’s speakers rang.

“Warning! Put your hands on your heads and get down! You’ll be shot if you resist!”

The 18 Automatons pointed their guns at them in unison with the warning.

In the face of this wordless pressure, Halter, who was breaking out with sweat on his forehead, whispered:

“Alright, what do we do? It’s embarrassing, isn’t it? I didn’t think they’d be so quick.”

“What do you mean by that…it’s over, isn’t it?”

Naoto however remained unmoved, and did not have any intention of getting up.

He was merely sighing away.

For—the situation was at its climax.

There was nothing else they could do, nor anything they should do.

Naoto understood this clearly.

“Isn’t that right, RyuZU?”

“—Right, the current situation has terminated.”

At that moment.

GTCH, the air got compressed, and the 3 helicopters’ propellers were blown off at the same time. They spun about due to the tail rotors running as they fell.

At the same time, all 18 Automatons ceased movements. Their heads dropped off, their arms were snapped, and their legs were severed—they were immediately turned into scrap metal, and after falling into bits, exploded.

Naoto covered his face to block the incoming winds and impact as he noticed something.

Before he knew it,

A girl was standing in front of him.

It was a beautiful girl dressed in a black archaic dress.

Her silver hair swayed in the middle of the storm as she gently lifted the hem of her short skirt.

Her snowy white skin was eyecatching even in the night. She had moist, red and plump lips, and her blazing eyes were like gold gemstones, reflecting the scene.

Once the storm subsided, she bowed to Naoto elegantly, and said:

“Sorry to keep you waiting, Master Naoto—also, have you not prepared your thanksgiving? I wonder if you do understand, but it is the master’s duty to quickly and effectively take action before I make my request.”

Naoto smiled and nodded.

“Thanks for saving me.”

“Is that all?”

“It’s great to have you around, RyuZU. You’re the best Automaton, RyuZU. I wouldn’t know what to do if you weren’t here, RyuZU. As expected of you, RyuZU.”

“…I can hear how overstretched those lines are, Master Naoto. That frigid taste and vulgar upbringing is clear for all to see, and though that’s simply sleazy rhetoric—there is no helping it. I shall accept it grudgingly.”

“You really are a tsundere, RyuZU.”

The next moment, Naoto was slammed into the concrete by RyuZU’s punch.

And as he glanced at this scene, Halter asked:

“Speaking of which, Missy, I remember the original plan was to have you be in charge of retrieval. What happened to Milady?”

“I abandoned her.”

“Abandoned…?”

“The enemy attacked 2 minutes and 37 seconds earlier than we expected, so I brought forth the plan and ensured Master Naoto’s safety first. It would have been troublesome if I had to save him after he were arrested.”

“Thanks very much for that, but what about the Princess?”

“No problems.”

—And so,

RyuZU took a step back.

A heavy gunshot rang, and a bullet passed through where RyuZU was standing just a while ago.

The shooter—was a white young girl standing on the roof in front of the emergency staircase.

Marie Bell Breguet.

“…That was dangerous, Princess.”

“Halter.”

The girl quickly approached as she greeted Halter, who was giving off cold sweat.

If she were to give a beaming smile and walk down the streets, countless men would definitely have fallen heads over heels for her. Her petite face, tall nose bridge, and fluttering light blond hair matched the uppity attitude.

But her emerald green eyes were burning with rage.

“Go catch that relic there. I must open her apart and create her personality structure today.”

Halter shrugged and sighed,

“Please don’t make me do something so impossible, Milady. How do you expect me to do that?”

“How else are you going to show off your real ability? Go catch that relic with that marine-style, close combat fighting skills or something—it’s fine if you break it though.”

“I’ve always been in the armed forces. Anyway, what’s going on?”

Marie did not answer as she swung the small gunblade—the Coil Spear in her right hand to the ground, and changed it into its blade form.

“THIS DAMNED RELIC—LEFT ME BEHIND AND RAN OFF JUST WHEN WE WERE SURROUNDED BY THE SECURITY AUTOMATONS!”

She roared with all her might as she swung the blade at RyuZU.

The sharp swing, combined with the momentum from the upper body, was easily dodged by RyuZU however as she lightly leapt to dodge it.

“Oh my, the plating has worn off.”

“YOU’RE TOO NOISY!”

“If it had been Miss Marie, who always proclaims herself to be a genius girl who can do everything, the mere disposable Automatons should not have been a problem, no matter if there were 10 or 20 of them, am I correct?”

“HOW IN THE WORLD IS THAT POSSIBLE!? I NEARLY THOUGHT I WOULD DIE BACK THEN!!”

“Such—”

RyuZU widened her eyes in surprise.

“…I am sorry. Though I have tried my best to underestimate Miss Marie as much as I could, I never thought you would be such a perfect small fry…please allow me to express my deepest apologizes.”

“…I’ll rip you apart! I’ll definitely rip you apart…!”

Marie’s Coil Spear changed form, and just when she was about to deploy its blade…

“Quiet—”

Naoto was still sprawled on the concrete floor, muttering with a hushed voice.

The trio reacted to this voice, ceased their actions, and turned their stares silently at him.

Naoto placed his ear on the concrete roof, and continued:

“Those guys—are headed to the “Activation Bureau”, just as we had planned.”

Far, far away—

He simply pricked his ears,

And could perfectly hear the incoming footsteps—from the underground 5387m below them.

“3021 Automatons, and 1765 foot soldiers.

“…I guess that’s all the stationed troops they could immediately deploy.”

Halter scratched his head, and smiled in the face of this chance.

Marie kept her Coil Spear, and said,

“But our location has been confirmed, right?”

“From what I can hear from here, there are seven of them coming—not the silent helicopters though. They’re real Gatling assault helicopters—without any Automatons in them.”

“Those are the heavy arms helicopters Japan currently has that it can mobilize…the PTK-A74, huh?”

RyuZU asked:

“Do they possess a significant amount of threat?”

“These are independent unmanned assault helicopters with two Resonance Cannons on them…to put it this way, seven of them can turn this area into complete ash without resupply.”

“Alright, let’s go. Hey, Naoto, how much time do we have left?”

Halter asked.

Naoto then suddenly got up.

“They’ll arrive in—another 372 seconds.”

“Let us retreat before we meet any enemies then. I will carry the luggage.”

RyuZU stacked Naoto’s equipment together and raised it easily.

Naoto Miura, 16 years old, Male, Japanese.

A very ordinary High School student—but he, who had become the worst terrorist in history, had a unique talent.

That was—

Naoto pulled out the unnecessary cables from his headphones, and put his headphones on again.

He then switched on the Noise Canceller.

…Ahh.

He took a deep breath.

…It’s finally peaceful now.

Upon seeing Naoto like this, Marie asked softly,

“Hey, Naoto, are you alright?”

“…Hm, sorta.”

“You do feel some burden from that, after all…”

“No. It’s my fault…sorry.”

Then, Naoto gave a thumbs up behind him.

“It seems there’s a brothel in that building over there.”

“………………………………Huh??”

“They’re always—~ yapping here and there, making a ruckus without reading the moo—”

Before Naoto could finish, he was punched by a blushing Marie in the chin.

His unique ability.

“Exceptional Hearing.”

He could hear everything accurately.

Whether it was an event happening in a distant building.

Whether it was the thousands of footsteps coming from more than 5km away.

Or whether it was the sound of gears biting into each other individually.

 

In a world constructed completely by gears, that was—

Halter stared at Marie, who was silently stomping on the back of Naoto’s head whilst the latter had collapsed.

“Forget about it, Milady. That brain juice will affect the world’s future.”

 

“The ways of this world are too crazy.”

“…Well, how exactly, does it sound absurd coming from you?”

Halter then stared at Naoto, groaning under Marie’s foot, and sighed:

“Let’s hurry up. It’s not the time for some small play.”

“…Ah, don’t worry, Halter.”

Naoto said as he staggered to his feet, patted off the dust on his clothes, and adjusted his headphones.

“As long as we work together, a metropolis with a population of 40 million will be in our hands.”

“…It’ll be great if that happens.”

The middle aged man, whose worrying nature did not match his physique, scratched his head as he said this.

Naoto’s company ran down the stairs behind the emergency exit, and safely escaped from the building.

They passed the helicopters that had exploded upon landing, and ran to the rotary in front of the station.

The large monitor in front of the station was displaying an emergency broadcast, clearly reporting this unprecedented terrorist attack.

The High School Dropout, Naoto Miura.

The genius clock engineer, Marie Bell Breguet.

The ex-soldier bodyguard, Vainney Halter.

And—the mysterious Automata, RyuZU.

 

They had different nationalities and ages, and one of them was not human.

What sort of encounter had this gang, which had no common point between them, experienced?

Why did they end up being the most dangerous terrorists in history?

The motive behinds the actions.

The uninhibited ideals and arrogant desires.

Continued to surround the interlocked gears, the hidden mystery of the world.

 

Right, it all started from a month ago—





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