Three hundred years ago, on the footsteps of the Forbidden Palace in Beijing, Shunzhi Emperor proclaimed that the Ming Dynasty had lost favor of Heaven and swept southwards unto history at the heads of columns manned by Manchu horsemen and Han bannermen. Fifty years ago, the people rejected Heaven itself and proclaimed their allegiance to the cause of the revolutionaries, leaving the monarchy abolished, the family that had led a revolution falling victim to the virtues of their ancestors.Twenty years passed since then. Once more, a patriarch of the Aisin-Gioro clan held a crown. Pan-Asian utopia, they called it. Draped in fineries, the Emperor once again held court. The War came and went, propelling the Empire of Manchuria to economic prominence. Then flames and steel again descended unto street level in the riots of 50s, followed by the disastrous intervention into Outer Manchuria. All of these broke the back of the quadrilateral political consensus among the elites, the bureaucracy, the army, and the corporations, In the searing aftermath, Japan brokered a compromise. A standstill, a stagnation befell the nation, the price of quiet.It is 1962. Economic growth is at an all-time low. The underworld is restive. The people are unhappy, apathetic. Once again, visionaries are needed. Once again, utopias find themselves judged under the ideals of their founders, and found wanting. Ideas must emerge, and must emerge victorious - but whose?