Reincarnated into Another World With Chat GTP-Chapter 6: Printing Press

Chapter 6: Printing Press

I stared at my desk.

Thirty.

Gold.

Coins.

Stacked up in a neat little pile, each one gleaming like it had its own spotlight.

The desk creaked under the weight.

"...Is this the power of a noble...?"

Just a single yes from Lord Halven, and I now had enough money to buy an entire farm.

Or a small village.

Or a hundred years' worth of bread.

But I wasn't here to live rich.

I was here to change the world.

"GTP," I whispered, eyes burning. "Where do I start? What do I need to spend this on?"

[Accessing budget planner. Optimized expense list prepared.]

Printing Press Build – Estimated 12 gold (includes materials, labor, and tools)

Bulk Paper Acquisition – 8 gold

Ink Production Setup – 5 gold

Distribution Prep (Packaging, Branding) – 3 gold

Emergency Reserve – 2 gold

Total: 30 gold. Execution: Fully possible.

I grinned.

"All in, huh? Okay then... Let's go."

The marketplace was lively, but I wasn't there to browse.

I went stall to stall, buying every item I needed like a man possessed.

"Ten barrels of inkroot, three iron plates, that cart of wood, those gears. Wrap it all up."

The merchants stared at me in disbelief. Some whispered I was the son of a noble.

I didn't correct them.

By the time I returned home, the carts were stacked with supplies.

My dad stood at the door, arms crossed, brows furrowed.

"Are we building a castle?"

"No," I said, grinning. "Something more powerful."

I dragged everything inside, clearing space in the back room and spreading out the materials.

"Alright, GTP. Tell me how this printing machine works."

[The printing press uses a flat bed system with an etched plate mold to transfer ink onto paper. A pressure mechanism ensures the ink—]

"GTP... simpler."

[Push plate goes squish. Ink sticks to paper. Done.]

"...Perfect."

I stared at the supplies, rolled up my sleeves, and cracked my knuckles.

"Time to build the future."

* * *

Inside Lord Halven's manor, the tension was quiet but thick.

The noble sat in his grand chair, fingers laced together, watching as I and two delivery men hauled in the massive contraption.

It was heavy. Dusty. Made of carved wood, metal gears, and bolts. A little crooked in places. But it was mine.

He narrowed his eyes.

"...And what exactly is this?" he asked.

I grinned, wiping sweat from my forehead.

"This... is a printing press."

Five days. That's how long it took.

Five days of non-stop work, gathering parts, assembling gears, screwing in metal plates—

And Chat-GTP guiding my every move like some divine crafting AI.

[Confirmed. Project: PrintMaster Mk.1 complete.]

I patted the top of the machine like it was a prized horse.

"It works like this: you carve the story into a printing plate—just once. Then you spread ink on it, load paper, pull the lever, and BOOM—perfect copy."

I gestured to the ink rollers and the pressing mechanism.

"It presses the ink evenly onto each page. One operator can make dozens of copies a day. If we get a full team on it, we can produce hundreds."

I stepped back proudly.

"This machine isn't just for Titanheart Chronicles. It can be used for flyers, books, announcements, anything. It's the future."

Lord Halven circled the machine slowly, eyes scanning every bolt and gear.

"...I didn't know such a thing was possible," he muttered.

"This is how we change everything," I said. "No more copying by hand. No more slow rollouts. This is mass production."

I pulled a new stack of paper from my satchel.

"Speaking of which—Chapter 4 is done."

I handed it over.

Lord Halven took it, flipped through it slowly.

A smirk touched the edge of his lips.

"...Just as good as the rest," he said.

I nodded.

"But to get these out fast—we need help. People to run the machine. Organize paper. Ink rollers. We need the press running day and night."

He leaned back, steepling his fingers.

"I can help with that. You just keep writing."

I pulled out a sheet of detailed instructions—drawn with diagrams and notes.

"This is how the machine works. Step-by-step."

I laid it in front of him.

"Start printing Chapters 1 through 4 immediately."

Lord Halven nodded without hesitation.

"Of course."

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