What was this place?
A place filled with hope and expectation.
"Give it your all! We're counting on you!"
[No, don't count on me...]
"We'll handle the energy problem. It's only a few dozen worlds, right? I'll go take care of it for you right now."
[It's a lie! What I said about the energy was a lie! There's no need to use dozens of worlds as energy! Don't!]
"Here, take these potions. They're freshly made, and each bottle can restore up to twenty percent of your mental energy. Pretty good, right? Sorry, this is all we managed to make. I hope it'll be enough."
[No, don't give them to me... please, I don't deserve them. I don't want to...]
"Yes, your talent really is excellent. Once you succeed, come see me. Abucado's doors will always be open to you. We'll make you a deputy leader then~"
[No... I can't possibly succeed...]
"Do your best!" "Don't fail!" "Don't feel pressured. Just do what you can." "You can definitely do it."
Boom!
Night had fallen.
Thunder roared.
A thunderclap startled the old beggar awake.
His body trembled continuously. The dream lingered in his mind for only a moment before disappearing, but that searing pain and fear remained deeply branded in his heart, refusing to fade.
He had dreamed again.
How long had this nightmare been repeating every single day?
It seemed to have begun as far back as he could remember. Had it been decades? A hundred years? Or even longer?
He could no longer remember how many Train Conductors he had brought into this world by silently making wishes with those coins, having them defeat one exploiter after another.
For some unknown reason, after a few decades, those lords always went from monarchs of great vision and ability to greedy