Kingdom Building Game: Starting Out With A Million Upgrade Points!-Chapter 100: Advancement Made: Industrial Era

It had been 2 days since then.

All the necessary materials for the completion of the engine were now in place.

The forge was filled with the clanging of hammers, the hiss of steam, and the crackling of fire.

The dwarves worked, their faces streaked with soot, hands steady as they tightened bolts, adjusted gears, and polished the metallic surfaces of the engine.

The large contraption—stood on its side, massive yet complex, its many parts now coming together.

Arkanos stood in the center of the room, his arms crossed, his sharp eyes fixed on the scene before him with a small smile.

The dwarf workers paid him no mind, focused entirely on their tasks.

A loud clang rang through the air as a hammer struck a final nail into place.

Grundar Ironmaul, the head of the forge, stepped back, wiping sweat from his brow. He looked up at Arkanos, his voice gruff.

"It’s done, Your Majesty."

Arkanos nodded slowly, his gaze never leaving the work.

"Good," he said. "Everything’s in order?"

Grundar glanced at the other dwarves, who were still making final adjustments, tightening and testing.

"Aye, the engine’s ready for transport. We’ve double-checked every component—pressure system, fire regulators, everything’s in working order."

A younger dwarf with wild, bushy brown hair stepped forward, holding a wrench.

"The gears should turn smoothly, Your Majesty," he said with a smile, wiping his hands on his apron.

Arkanos nodded but remained silent, his gaze fixed on the engine.

The room fell silent as the last touches were made—a final inspection, a final tightening of bolts, and the engine was ready.

The steam hissed louder, almost impatient.

"Now," Arkanos said, finally uncrossing his arms, "have the laborers bring it to the tracks."

"Right away, Your Majesty," Grundar replied, turning to bark orders at the workers.

The dwarves moved quickly, some running off to gather the laborers, others lifting tools and equipment to clear a path.

"Get that platform secured! We’ll need two teams to carry this thing out," Grundar shouted to a group of dwarves, pointing at the engine.

Arkanos remained where he stood, watching the dwarves as they organized.

His sharp eyes flicked from one group to another, ensuring everything went according to plan.

A pair of labourers came forward. They lifted the heavy platform holding the engine, their muscles straining as they moved it into position. The engine, resting on wooden beams, was carefully secured into place, the workers grunting as they set it down.

"Steady now," one of them said, his voice strained. "Watch the gear."

The other laborer nodded, adjusting his grip. "Got it. Just don’t let it shift."

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The workers, though clearly fatigued, kept moving, bringing in more and more laborers to help. Soon, the platform was surrounded by a dozen dwarves, all lifting, adjusting, and securing.

"Clear a path!" Grundar shouted as the workers began to maneuver the massive engine toward the doors.

"Move that crate!" one laborer yelled, pointing to a stack of crates in the way. "It’s in the way!"

A few dwarves jumped in to clear the path. Boxes were shoved aside, and the massive engine began to roll forward, its heavy weight creaking with every movement.

Arkanos stepped aside as the engine made its way past him. His gaze followed the labourers.

"The tracks are ready," one of the dwarves called out. "We’ve cleared the way."

The large doors of the forge opened with a loud creak, and the laborers pushed the engine out into the sunlight. Ite metallic surface reflecting in the sun.

The engine was then moved onto the waiting transport carts.

"Set it down gently," Grundar ordered as the engine was carefully placed on the large carts.

The dwarves worked, making sure it was balanced and secure. The heavy wheels groaned under the weight, but the engineers and laborers knew their work.

Arkanos stepped forward, inspecting the set-up, making an upgrade to ensure the carts would suddenly brake under the sheer weight.

"Everything looks good," Arkanos said. "Move it to the tracks."

A grunt from one of the laborers was all the acknowledgment he needed. Slowly, the carts began to move, the massive engine rolling toward the tracks.

Arkanos followed at a distance, watching as the dwarves carefully maneuvered the platform over the cobblestone path, heading for the tracks where the main train awaited. The engine’s weight and size made the movement slow, but it was a nice sight.

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"The tracks are clear!" one of the laborers shouted as they approached the train.

The train’s body—a long, sleek iron beast—waited, ready for the addition of the new engine. The laborers moved, guiding the engine into position. There were no wasted movements, no unnecessary words. It was all efficiency.

As the engine reached its place, the dwarves immediately began attaching it to the train, locking the mechanisms into place with a series of loud clangs. The pressure system, the gears, the fire regulator—everything clicked into position. A few more adjustments, and it was done.

Arkanos stood with his arms crossed, watching it all unfold. His expression was calm, his eyes gleaming with the satisfaction of seeing his plans come to life.

Arkanos suddenly got a notification.

〘 ⋄ Congratulations to the player for making the advancment: Industrial era! ⋄ 〙

〘 ⋄ The player can now purchase steam related items from the shop, including structures mechanical arms and steam powerd machinery ⋄ 〙

Arkanos smiled.

"Start her up," he ordered.

One of the dwarves, a senior engineer, moved to the control panel, turning valves and pulling levers.

A soft hiss of steam filled the air, and the engine trembled slightly as it came to life. The train’s wheels creaked, the massive machine awakening.

Arkanos stood tall as the machine roared to life. His empire was one step closer to its goal, and he would not let anything stand in its way.

"Good work," he said, as he addressed the dwarves.

They nodded, some grinning with pride, others wiping sweat from their brows. The work was complete.

"The train’s ready, Your Majesty," Grundar said with a satisfied smile.

Arkanos looked at the train. "Indeed. It’s time to move forward." Stay connected via novelbuddy

Arkanos raised his hand. "Step back, all of you."

The dwarves hesitated for a moment, clearly curious, but they obeyed, moving away from the tracks and the newly attached engine.

Arkanos called puy to the system.

’System, construct a train station. Also, summon special personnel.’

A translucent screen appeared before him, displaying the upgrade point cost.

〘 Train Station + Special Personnel – Cost: 12,000 Upgrade Points 〙

Arkanos didn’t hesitate. "Proceed."

The moment he gave the command, the ground trembled. A green hue spread outward in waves, forming shimmering outlines of structures.

The dwarves gasped, watching as steel and stone took shape from thin air, beams locking into place, glass panels settling within frames.

The train station materialized before their eyes—tall, sleek, and industrial, with wide platforms, ticket booths, and reinforced iron pillars.

"Holy forge..." one dwarf muttered, gripping his hammer.

Another stumbled back, blinking rapidly. "This ain’t natural… but it’s damn beautiful."

Grundar Ironmaul stroked his beard, his eyes filled with both awe and suspicion. "I’ve seen magic... but this? This is somethin’ else."

A younger dwarf, still gripping his wrench, whispered, "The gods must be jealous."

As the station solidified into reality, beams of light shot up from the ground before the train.

Figures emerged, their forms crystallizing from the glow.

At the front stood a man with silver hair and striking purple eyes, dressed in a crisp captain’s uniform. Behind him, several others—engineers, conductors, station workers—stood in formation, their faces calm and composed.

The silver-haired man stepped forward, bowing deeply. "Your Majesty," he said, his voice smooth and steady. "I am Captain Reynard. My men and I are at your service."

Murmurs rippled through the dwarves and laborers.

"They just... appeared," one whispered.

"Who are they?" another muttered.

Grundar narrowed his eyes. "Summoned folk... but they look as real as you and me."

Arkanos remained composed. "These are specialists. They have answered my call."

The dwarves exchanged glances, some skeptical, others intrigued.

Arkanos stepped forward and placed a hand on Reynard’s shoulder. "Rise. Serve me well."

Reynard straightened, a confident smile on his lips. "I will not disappoint, Your Majesty."

Just then, footsteps echoed against the cobblestone. Arvel arrived, adjusting his monocle, a stack of papers tucked under his arm. He let out a small sigh, clearly fatigued yet satisfied.

"All matters have been handled," he announced. "The necessary paperwork is complete for the guild. We’ve also located potential hires. All that remains is a proper building for the new guild."

Arkanos gave a single nod. "Excellent."

Arvel halted mid-step, his monocle slipping slightly down his nose as his sharp eyes scanned the newly summoned personnel. His brow furrowed.

"Who in the blazes are these men?" His gaze flicked over their strange uniforms—pristine, crisply tailored, and with insignias unfamiliar to him.

The silver-haired Captain Reynard met his stare with a calm expression, standing with the poise of a veteran leader.

Arvel adjusted his monocle. "Your Majesty… where did they come from?"

Arkanos barely spared the summoned specialists another glance. "Summoned helpers," he said simply. "Pay them no mind. We have more important matters to attend to. Let’s go build the new guild."

Arvel blinked but said nothing more. He had long since learned not to question Arkanos’ methods—though that didn’t stop his curiosity from nagging at him. Still, he fell into step beside the emperor as they moved away from the train station, leaving the summoned personnel to their duties.

As they walked, Arvel cleared his throat. "One more thing, Your Majesty. Tonight is the Harvest Festival."

Arkanos nodded, already aware.