CHAPTER 193: THE BIRTH OF A NEW AGE

For larger projects, they envisioned transportation powered by magic stones, waterworks, sewage systems, and other great infrastructure.

All the tools and machines to handle these systems would be built there.

Those who worked in the facility included alchemists, magicians who specialized in magic circles and engineers trained in magical devices.

But not only that—through open recruitment, the craftsmen that was skilled in mechanical construction, knowledgeable scholars and even ordinary citizens that was full of creativity and ideas were hired to take part.

This was the world Aaron was now watching take shape, a world where both magic and common hands worked side by side to create a new age.

The great facility was divided into many different sections, yet inside it was wrapped in an abnormal heat.

People moved like they were caught in a fever, their voices raised in shouts, the air full of noise, chaos, and excitement. The atmosphere itself seemed to tremble with their passion.

And why wouldn’t it be that way? Think about it.

All those dreams people had—the things they thought would be nice if they could exist, things they only imagined as fantasies—suddenly, they might actually become real.

With enough creativity and invention, such impossible things could be made possible.

That was the power that the magic stone promised.

It was only natural that everyone threw themselves into it with reckless passion.

Along with the rush of new construction, people seeking work were gathering in the capital from everywhere and the city grew lively and prosperous.

Everyone was drunk with expectation, excited about this revolutionary new industry.

It was like an entire year of festivals had all arrived at once, filling the streets with a wild, endless celebration.

Even His Majesty, as usual, only smiled brightly at the sight, saying, "Good, good. Such energy is a blessing." Because of that, the royal palace, the capital, the Magicians’ , the wise masters, the ministers, the supreme commanders—everyone from the highest to the lowest, cats and dogs alike—were all rushing about without rest.

Aaron could only think to himself how fortunate it was that the land was at peace.

In such a state, there was no way they could fight a war—no chance at all.

And of course, he himself was one of those who are rushing around.

In fact, he thought he might even be the busiest of them all.

In the very heart of this industrial revolution, Aaron was also reaching the climax of his own personal project.

On the outskirts of the capital, at an old noble mansion, he was leading the restoration of fragments.

The work had progressed quite far now.

The people involved in this project were less like engineers and more like craftsmen and artists—artisans skilled in the restoration of cultural treasures such as paintings and sculptures.

He had hired such specialists, people who knew how to preserve beauty as much as structure.

The work was never easy. Many pieces were badly damaged or missing, making the restoration extremely difficult and demanding. Even now, some gaps still remained that could not be filled. Since the fragments were covered with ancient symbols and patterns, it was better to leave those spaces blank than to force them into false connections.

This was Aaron’s other world, running parallel with the storm of progress outside—a quieter work of beauty and patience, yet no less important to him.

The fragments Aaron had been gathering were now down to only a few. Probably by tomorrow or the day after, the final pieces would be put in place. At last, the full design of the ancient patterns would be completed. The thought made his heart race with excitement. He felt he might not be able to sleep at all tonight.

That day, Aaron had visited the magic stone factory with Shiao Yi and Dominic, who stuck to Shiao Yi’s side like a shadow, guarding him as always. The trial crystals produced as prototypes were all of high purity and excellent quality.

Just today, the first batch of fifty prototype crystals had been completed into proper magic stones.

The process required teams of thirty people each who are working in three-hour shifts, continuing without pause for seventy-two hours.

Altogether, seven hundred and twenty people had poured their magical energy into the crystals.

The result was thirty red fire-tylr magic stones, ten yellow wind-tyle stones, and ten brown earth-type stones.

The results were excellen and even Mr. Vundo who had been overseeing the work, could not hide his delighted smile.

The second batch was already in the middle of infusion.

It had also become clear that, regardless of the provider’s magical attribute, the machinery itself could guide the attribute into the crystal.

This meant they only needed to gather raw magical energy, no matter what kind.

That was a great relief.

Mr. Vundo was even considering whether pure, attribute-less magical energy could be stored.

If such energy could be captured, it would become a universal power source.

Aaron himself found the idea fascinating.

Of course, there were still dangers.

It was critical to ensure that providers did not continue giving energy until they collapsed from exhaustion.

Already, several had overextended themselves and fallen, unable to stand.

Aaron knew they needed to make it clear that everyone should provide only in moderation, each giving a little.

Perhaps the machinery itself could be adjusted to prevent overdraining—this was an important problem to solve in the future.

Despite the adjustments and small issues that still needed refinement, the judgment had been made that factory production could now officially begin.

The real work was finally starting.

And with it, the construction of more factories would begin across the land.

The thought filled Aaron with excitement.

"We did it, Aaron!"

"Yes, Shiao Yi!"

Shiao Yi and Aaron slapped their palms together in a triumphant high-five.

Dominic glared at them, but Aaron only grinned.

This was the joy of comrades, a celebration of shared victory—it wasn’t something to be jealous about.

That very evening, a great celebration was planned.