Chapter 107: The Dragon Factory
Sir Bai Ruide would never forget the first ti he accessed the Internet.
Awe, trembling, excitent, and secret delight!
Awe at the imnse value hidden within the Internet;
Trembling at the overwhelming power of the Internet God;
Excitent for the boundless possibilities of the future;
And secret delight at becoming an employee—no, a servant—of a god.
To glimpse a part is to know the whole.
rely by touching the Internet, he could sense the Internet God’s uniqueness and vast divine might!
But when he opened his eyes through his flesh and blood clone and saw a magical world utterly different from the Primary Domain of Azerai, he was once again stunned by the Internet God’s greatness.
It took him a full three days to gradually understand and adapt to this world.
This world filled him with both fear and exhilaration.
Fear, because the upper limits of power here far exceeded his imagination.
In his world, gods were elusive. Though the church held supre authority, many superhumans still questioned the existence of deities.
But what about Azarea?
Here, gods resided directly among mortals.
The Internet God’s ally, the Music Goddess, had even established a Divine Kingdom on Earth right beside the Keville Empire.
What shocked him most was that the Internet God had recently waged a war against the Five Great Righteous Gods, universally acknowledged as the strongest in the Azarea Continent.
From the videos online, the power displayed by the Five Great Righteous Gods was beyond his wildest dreams.
Of course, the Internet God, who could stand against the Five Great Righteous Gods, was even more unfathomable.
From the information he gathered, the Internet God had seemingly appeared in this world less than half a year ago.
Clearly, the Internet God was an invader—just as he had silently infiltrated the Primary Domain of Azerai.
This was a god of imnse ambition!
Beyond the gods, the power of the mages in this world also astonished him!
This was a profession that, when cultivated to its peak, could rival the gods.
This excited him.
After all… who wouldn’t want power comparable to a god’s?
These discoveries filled Sir Bai Ruide with motivation, as if he had returned to the vigor of his youth!
Officially taking charge of the Industrial Enlightennt in the Azarea Continent as the assistant to Ajef, the god’s incarnation, he threw himself into the task.
It was worth noting that while Azarea amazed him, he still held deep contempt for its social structure and productivity.
This world possessed incredibly powerful individuals, yet its productivity was shockingly weak.
What a paradox!
He had no ti to investigate what caused such an absurd social structure.
Right now, he only wanted to complete the Internet God’s mission, prove his worth, and earn greater divine favor and rewards.
In this world, the industrial system was practically nonexistent.
He had to build it from scratch.
Fortunately, with the support of the great Internet God, he not only gained access to unlimited low-interest loans from the Interconnected Bank but also had a team of skilled blacksmiths and even production lines brought over from Azerai.
Thus, the establishnt of the factory proceeded smoothly.
The only obstacle was the issue of chanical power.
In Azerai, chanical power primarily relied on steam engines.
With the divine patterns of the chanical Steam God, they could burn almost any organic material—even seawater—to generate power.
However, this industrial core heart was clearly incapable of being brought to the Azarea Continent.
Because once the divine patterns were activated, they would inevitably be detected by the chanical Steam God.
Fortunately, this was the most prosperous City of Magic in the Azarea Continent.
Under the will of the Internet God, a group of mages effortlessly resolved the issue of chanical power using magic.
Through fire and water magic, they produced high-temperature steam to replace the function of the divine patterns.
However, though magic was versatile, it still fell short in efficiency and cost compared to divine techniques.
The divine-patterned steam engine could burn various organic materials, making it highly adaptable.
The magic steam engine, on the other hand, relied on mana as its foundation.
Compared to the forr, the latter's operational costs were significantly higher, making widespread adoption difficult.
Still, it was sufficient for industrial manufacturing—for now.
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"Whoosh—"
Scalding steam vented from the valves. Unlike his initial panic, Corton now handled it with calm composure.
He had mastered this familiar process in just two days.
Human adaptability could sotis be astonishingly strong!
Amid the roar of high-temperature steam, the power shaft began its reciprocating motion, driving one set of interlocking gears after another.
In the blink of an eye, the massive tal construct before him ca to life with a rhythmic clang-clang.
Piece by piece, tal was pressed into shape along the intricate assembly line, flowing seamlessly into the next stage of production.
Even now, Corton found this scene beyond common sense, leaving him with an indescribable sense of wonder.
He had long heard that Lord Ajef was the Empire’s most brilliant mind.
But he had never truly grasped what that ant—until now.
Only after being abruptly conscripted by the Empire and assigned to work under Ajef’s command did he finally witness firsthand the boundless depth of Lord Ajef’s wisdom.
Though he didn’t know what this colossal tal construct was producing, even if it were just swords, its efficiency far surpassed that of any blacksmith.
This realization filled Corton with awe—and deep pride.
"Stay sharp!"
"Move faster!"
A sharp, impatient reprimand snapped Corton out of his daze, forcing him to refocus on the machinery before him.
The source of the scolding was none other than the factory director of the Dragon Factory—Sir Bai Ruide, Lord Ajef’s assistant.
Compared to Lord Ajef’s warm and approachable deanor during his visits, this bastard was practically a demon in human skin.
Rumor had it that Lord Ajef commanded a demon army—was Sir Bai Ruide one of them?
The man was simply too harsh.
Always scowling, always terrifying.
In contrast, Lord Ajef was far more amiable.
Amid the relentless clang-clang of machinery, ti slipped away swiftly.
Soon, the midday break arrived.
Corton shut down the machine, stretched his stiff limbs, and trudged wearily out of the production workshop.
The next mont, the sight of a certain figure banished all his exhaustion in an instant.
"Lord Ajef?!"
Indeed, there he was—Lord Ajef, clad in white training sword attire, striding forward with purpose.
Beside him, Sir Bai Ruide trailed like an obedient old hound, his face plastered with an ingratiating smile.
The sight filled Corton with disdain—though he dared not show it outwardly.
By now, the factory workers had all noticed Ajef’s arrival, their excitent palpable.
No one went to eat anymore; they all stood rooted in place, their eyes following Lord Ajef as he moved.
When Ajef arrived at the open space in the factory, Sir Bai Ruide clapped his hands, and imdiately, workers pushed forward an object covered with a red cloth.
"Lord Ajef, after several days of adjustnts, the pass rate of the parts has reached 80%, eting the basic requirents for industrial production. This is the first bicycle produced by the factory—the first in this world. Please inspect it!"
Sir Bai Ruide introduced it with evident pride.
Yu Sheng'an nodded, a trace of delight flickering across his face.
The ergence of the bicycle would further liberate the Empire's productivity. Its citizens would have more ti for personal cultivation and even using the internet.
All of this would ultimately be reflected back to him in the form of Source Essence.
This was the fundantal reason he had abandoned the path of magic and stubbornly pursued the industrial route.
Productivity was the ultimate determining force in societal developnt!
Yu Sheng'an walked up to the bicycle and yanked off the red covering cloth.
"What is that thing?"
A wave of commotion instantly swept through the factory.
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