A week passed.
And the decision to begin with only one region proved itself wise almost imdiately.
The reports from Sareth arrived through the specialized administrative communication device in steady intervals, and each one made Lucien more certain that throwing the network into the whole continent at once would have been arrogance disguised as confidence.
Kael’s first ssage had been short.
[Successful opening. Demand exceeds expectation. Send more. Also send patience. The buyers have less of it than spirit stones.]
Lucien had laughed when he read that.
The second report was longer.
The sale had not rely succeeded.
It had detonated.
Millions of units had moved, and even that was not enough. The first batches vanished into the hands of sects, rchant associations, wealthy clans, regional auction houses, and anyone rich enough to understand that a communication device was not just a convenience.
It was leverage.
It was speed.
It was prestige.
It was the kind of object that made every organization imdiately start imagining the things it could do if rivals had it and they did not.
That was why even the outrageous pricing had not stopped demand.
The basic version, sold at ten high-grade spirit stones, already sat far above what ordinary civilians could buy comfortably.
The advanced models were worse.
One hundred. Three hundred. Five hundred. The top restricted comrcial and faction-grade units reaching toward one thousand high-grade spirit stones depending on permissions, function clusters, and imprint tiers.
And still they sold.
Not because the price was fair.
Because the early buyers did not care about fairness.
They cared about being first.
Sects had bought in bulk, hoping to establish internal communication advantages before their rivals understood what was happening. rchant alliances wanted the devices to coordinate caravans, depots, and price flows faster than competitors could react. So dical houses wanted them for ergency warning chains and treatnt logistics. A few local powers bought them just to avoid appearing poor or slow in front of their peers.
Kael had understood that instinct perfectly.
He sold not only utility.
He sold embarrassnt.
If one power had the devices and another did not, then the one without them began looking provincial imdiately.
That part spread the demand almost as effectively as the technology itself.
But the rollout had not been smooth.
Lucien expected that.
So factions tried to bargain too aggressively and discovered that Kael, smiling as ever, had no problem walking away from insulting terms if the next district would pay better. That had triggered panic in at least two rchant houses that realized too late the loss of first access might cost them more than the discount they had tried to force.
So sects tried to seize shipnt routes outright.
Morveth solved those.
That was the diplomatic version.
The undiplomatic version was that the first group foolish enough to try ard confiscation did not survive the lesson. Once news spread that the smiling rchant caravan traveled under the protection of a monster so old and so calm it treated attempted robbery as a personal inconvenience, theft attempts declined sharply.
A few more still happened.
They also ended badly.
Then the smarter powers adjusted.
The mont force stopped looking profitable, everything beca negotiation.
That, too, was expected.
There were other problems as well.
Counterfeit panic appeared by the third day. Opportunists began selling ordinary ssage talismans and calling them "network-linked units" to exploit the frenzy.
Kael had responded by establishing open demonstrations at every major stop. Real units had to awaken properly, show structured signal lock, and display live route confirmation. Anything less was fraud.
One sect tried spiritual disassembly in private.
Their stock erased itself.
That rumor spread beautifully.
Another faction tried to buy one unit, copy its exterior, and flood the local market with decorative imitations to undermine confidence. That backfired when their fake devices failed in front of a crowd during a public negotiation and Kael, with offensively perfect timing, demonstrated the genuine version imdiately after. The faction ended up buying actual units from him in secret that sa night.
So buyers wanted exclusive rights.
Kael refused all of them.
The device was too foundational to let one regional monopoly distort its first public identity. If a single sect controlled access in Sareth, then the network would beco faction property in people’s minds rather than civilizational infrastructure.
So Kael sold broadly enough to create adoption pressure.
That pressure was already beginning to work.
By the end of the week, the pattern had beco obvious.
The first stage had succeeded.
The second stage had revealed the next problems.
Supply consistency was the first.
The devices were too desirable, and their production rhythm still depended too heavily on specialist hands and finite fabrication lines. That had to change if Lucien intended to scale beyond one region.
Repair stations were the second.
Because no matter how elegant a tool was, soone sowhere would sit on it, drop it into mud, strike it with sword practice by mistake, flood it with the wrong kind of power, or test whether it could survive being used as an improvised throwing weapon.
It turned out that yes, there were already users incompetent enough to break miraculous technology through ordinary stupidity.
Lucien was not even surprised.
A third issue erged too.
They needed a cheaper class.
The first rollout had targeted those with money and institutional weight on purpose. That part had worked. It seeded prestige. It made the device aspirational. It let larger factions normalize it among themselves first.
But if the network was ever going to beco part of ordinary life, then a humbler civilian version had to exist. Sothing durable, simpler, and far more affordable.
For now, the price was fine.
For first exposure, the sects and major organizations had been the right target anyway. They were the ones most likely to plan bad things, hoard advantage, and beco addicted to rapid coordination first. Letting them enter the network early ant the recorders would have exactly the kind of correspondence Lucien eventually wanted to watch.
But in the long run, trend mattered.
If the great factions used the devices, the ordinary people would want them too. If rchant elders used them, then caravan hands would dream of them. If clan leaders used them, then younger disciples would beg for them. Status would do half the expansion on its own.
Lucien gathered Eirene, Elk, Seren, and Rurik after the first wave of reports and found them already halfway into their next obsession.
They wanted mass automation.
A proper manufacturing line.
Rurik was practically vibrating when he explained it.
"If we continue fabricating each unit like a precious artisan relic, then we deserve to be outpaced by diocrity," he said. "This needs tiers. Controlled modular assembly. Component specialization. Calibration stages that can be repeated at scale."
Eirene agreed.
"The current bottleneck is not design," he said. "It is volu. We solved the problem of possibility. Now we have to solve the problem of civilization."
Elk and Seren had gone even further.
They wanted three production branches. One for civilian fras. One for rchant and faction-grade units. One for restricted internal architecture.
Lucien listened, then smiled slowly.
"When the main construction is finished," he said, "we’ll dedicate one of the small worlds to this."
That silenced them all for a beat.
Then Rurik’s eyes widened.
"A whole world?"
"For mass production," Lucien said. "Isolated from outside observation. If Lootwell opens itself to the world one day, then our production heart does not need to sit where everyone can asure it."
Eirene nodded in agreent.
Elk looked thrilled.
Seren leaned back and exhaled through his nose.
The plan was approved imdiately.
While the production future took shape, the current devices kept evolving.
The Crafting Division had not remained still after the first rollout. They were already layering improvents into the next batch.
Elk ca to Lucien one day.
"My Lord, we should force updates from the Origin Core."
Lucien blinked.
Then smiled.
She explained at once.
If the Origin Core already served as the signal heart, then it could also push revised function arrays, and new permissions into compatible devices as long as they ca within live network range. That ant the network could improve itself without physically retrieving every unit.
Lucien stared at her.
That was not rely useful.
It was perfect.
Elk, encouraged by his expression, continued.
"And while we’re doing that, we should also build a broadcast function. Not private ssaging. Public release."
Lucien folded his arms.
"Go on."
She grinned.
"Global warning. Regional warning. Ergency notice. Public advertisent. Market announcent. Wanted list. Blacklist. If the Origin Core can push to everyone at once or to selected regions, then we stop being a communications seller and start becoming a communications authority."
Lucien laughed out loud.
That was exactly where his mind had been wanting to go.
Information direction.
Narrative pressure.
He could warn territories. Expose bad actors. Blacklist thieves. Show the faces of wanted n. Push ergency alerts faster than rumors moved. And if necessary, influence what the wider world learned first and from whom.
He approved the changes imdiately.
After that, the recorders beca even more important.
They were already doing excellent work.
The chambers set aside for them had developed their own strange atmosphere. Quiet concentration. Shift changes. Suspicious phrases tagged and reviewed. Device logs monitored with patient discipline.
Not every ssage was read manually, nor did Lucien intend the system to beco a nest of bored voyeurs. But flagged terms, suspicious routing patterns, repeated coded coordination, priority anomalies, and tamper events all passed through recorder attention.
They worked in shifts and learned exactly the kinds of skills they needed for it.
Parallel Thoughts. Photographic mory. Pattern Recognition. ssage Triage. Context Preservation.
Elias supervised them from ti to ti as well, which had only made them more terrifyingly competent.
There had been no true crisis yet.
Still, the logs were already entertaining.
rchants plotting price manipulation. Sect elders sending things to their lovers they really should not have committed to written form. Faction disciples bragging idiotically. Buyers complaining the basic version should have had more prestige in its casing. One angry elder demanding to know why his device "forgot" how to work after he "rely opened it a little."
The recorders recorded everything.
Occasionally, a device would lose connection.
That usually ant one of three things.
It had been broken. It had been dissected. Or soone had tried to be clever and discovered that the device did not appreciate cleverness from the wrong person.
Lucien was deeply satisfied.
From there, he moved through the territory and checked on the others.
The dungeon remained stable.
That pleased him greatly.
More than stable, in fact.
The people loved it.
The Ascension Spire had settled fully into the rhythm of life now. Trainees went in bruised and ca out noisier. Squads argued over floor strategy as if discussing personal philosophy. Fighters who once relied only on raw pressure had begun learning the humiliating importance of terrain, behavior reading, retreat timing, and species-specific danger.
And the smarter ones had already discovered the deeper advantage.
The Monsterdex door.
If they studied first, then climbed later, everything changed.
Trainees began entering the Monsterdex domain to learn habitat instincts, favored movent paths, threat tells, pack behavior, common feints, and structural weaknesses of monsters. Then they brought that knowledge into the Spire and started beating stronger monsters than their realms should have allowed.
That delighted them.
Because for the first ti, knowledge itself was visibly becoming combat power in ways even the weaker fighters could feel.
Lucien watched one such group win through preparation rather than brute force and smiled.
Good.
That was the point.
He checked the other doors too.
Skillpedia remained crowded. Magic Book had grown into its own kind of obsession. Monsterdex kept producing smarter survivors.
Even the monsters were benefiting.
His pets, allied beasts, and the ancient beasts were using the learning systems aggressively now.
They fard skills. Compared results. Tested combinations. Shared discoveries. The ancient beasts had even started helping other monsters farm more efficiently, which was exactly the kind of nonsense Lucien liked seeing in a living system.
Everything was growing well.
The territory felt alive.
He only needed the construction phase to end.
Once that happened, advancent across all fronts would beco easier, faster, and more dangerous to the outside world.
Lootwell was no longer becoming sothing.
It already was sothing.
Now it simply needed ti to make the world understand how late it already was.
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