After Henwell finishes all the military and administrative reorganization, the long-silent chat group finally sends him a ssage. This ti, it’s not a private ssage but a group announcent.
- "Code 171, Codena Glaivo World!"
- "Plane Seven, Eastern Continent, Identification..."
- "Selector Number 4903, Nad Region Peace Haven, Na Recorded"
- "Territory Area: 10,872 square kiloters, Population: 1,208,967 standard humans."
- "No powerful political entity directly restraining!"
- "Military and administrative systems completed!"
- "Technological system in progress!"
- "Glimr of civilization born!"
- "System records Selector Number 4903's self-designation, Henwell, recorded!"
- "Seed of Ard Civilization deployed!"
- "Selector codenad Henwell, keep pushing for the transformation of civilization!"
Henwell and all the chat mbers are left scratching their heads in confusion. After a while, when no further announcents appear, soone finally can't resist asking questions.
Ethan: "Dude, what's going on? What did you do?"
Lucas: "Did you crown yourself king?"
Benjamin: "Weren't you not rebelling?"
Oliver: "Did you establish your own political system? How did you do it?"
Nathan: "Co on, man! Didn't you say you're still under that duchy?"
Alexander: "I get it, you're in a state of dividing the land!"
Henry: "Impressive!"
Jack: "I just want to know what that 'Ard Civilization' is. Show us!"
William: "Let see, is it so high-tech stuff? A starship?"
Henwell scratches his head, searching for any changes but finds nothing.
Where's the seed of Ard Civilization?
Has it not been delivered?
Or was it sent to the wrong place?
After fumbling around for a while, Henwell still can't figure out what it is.
It’s only much later that he understands what the seed of Ard Civilization truly is. For now, it simply grows slowly as his power expands.
As Henwell ascends in status, in the world of Glaivo, several deities who wield the power of fate suddenly sense sothing amiss. However, upon closer inspection, they find nothing unusual. This is not a good sign, as it indicates that sothing has bypassed their divine powers and is influencing the entire world.
In a corner unnoticed by the gods, a small piece of territory has been separated from their divine intervention.
Henwell reflects on the wealth of information he's just learned. First, he and his chat group friends are referred to as "selector," though the aning is unclear. Each has a unique number, with his being 4903.
Secondly, the higher power that placed him here has a purpose: to have them drive so kind of civilization transformation.
Lastly, there's the information about this world. Henwell now knows the na of this world—Glaivo! He resides on the seventh layer of this world, a concept he struggles to grasp. Does this an the world isn't just a single planet?
Moreover, the continent he is on is only a part of the seventh plane. How vast must this world be? Are there other continents in this plane? Are they inhabited by humans as well? Are the nations there powerful? And what about the other planes? What might exist there?
Henwell feels that it would take him a lifeti to explore this entire world.
Henwell tries to push aside these currently impractical thoughts because he has more pressing matters to attend to. Following the recent announcent, the chat group gains a new feature akin to a plugin: a system of asurents! Mass, length, ti...
It's important to note that in Henwell's location, each nation has its own system of asurents. Henwell has been roughly estimating and converting these into the units he was familiar with in his previous life. This challenge isn't unique to Henwell; other mbers of the chat group face similar issues. Differences in world rules, such as atmospheric pressure, gravity, and temperature, an it's difficult to create a shared set of precise data.
Now, with this new announcent, they can focus their ntal energy to establish a standard system of asurents.
Is this important?
Well, it depends on your goals! For a lone warrior, it might not be crucial. But for soone like Henwell, who has his own domain, its significance is beyond imagination.
The current standards are fairly basic: weight is accurate to the gram, length to the milliter, ti to the second, and temperature to one decimal place in Celsius. The plugin hints that as their permissions increase, so will the precision. Technological advancent heavily relies on the accuracy of asurent units.
Everyone benefits from Henwell's newfound ability, and they're all busy setting up their own standard asurent tools.
Jas, a chat group mber who was a chanical expert, has crafted a simple pendulum clock for everyone. With the plugin's help, the group begins crafting various components by hand.
Henwell dives into his secret workshop and creates a rudintary thermoter, primarily for use in tallurgy. Although it has a margin of error of several degrees, it will greatly assist in refining processes. He also constructs several large clocks, painstakingly crafting each intricate part by hand. With his Grand Knight-level steadiness, Henwell easily produces these items.
Henwell imdiately distributes these asurent standards to various departnts, demanding swift implentation across the industrial and military systems, with plans to gradually extend them to civilian use. Once completed, Henwell imrses himself in his personal workshop at Blood Hill Manor, conducting various experints.
A few days later, the group mbers face a harsh reality: although they've established asurent standards, the differing atmospheric pressure and gravity across their worlds prevent them from sharing many things. Despite so disappointnt, having standard data makes future conversion experints much easier.
Henwell is the most satisfied, already envisioning the significant improvent in product quality once the precision of his industrial processes is established. As he fiddles with a small steel ball representing one gram, Henwell reflects on finally having a standard. One of the cores of industrialization is standardization! With standards, replication becos possible. Only now does Henwell feel he’s at the doorstep of an industrial system.
Henwell promptly revises the educational materials, ensuring that children in his territory learn the new asurent standards. In a few years, these children will beco the foundation of Henwell's industrial system.
That night, Henwell dreams of leading a tide of steel machinery, sweeping across the world. He wakes up with a smile, savoring the dream for a long ti!
Note: Honestly, I've always had a question in my mind: whether our current technological weapons can truly combat the civilizations in fantasy worlds, such as elves, dragons, magicians, and the like. I've thought about it for a long ti but haven't reached a conclusion.
Although creatures like dragons and elves possess incredible abilities, our weapons are no less impressive. Whether it's special knives, various types of guns, or even missiles and nuclear weapons, I believe we are fully capable of overwhelming these beings.
However, our physical forms are quite fragile. If we encounter certain professionals, such as knights, magicians, or shadow assassins, we are completely defenseless as individuals.
So, can our technological civilization truly stand against fantasy civilization?
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