The Lord Of Blood Hill-Chapter 183: Armed Civilization
After Henwell finishes all the military and administrative reorganization, the long-silent chat group finally sends him a message. This time, it’s not a private message but a group announcement.
- "Code 171, Codename Glaivo World!"
- "Plane Seven, Eastern Continent, Identification..."
- "Selector Number 4903, Named Region Peace Haven, Name Recorded"
- "Territory Area: 10,872 square kilometers, Population: 1,208,967 standard humans."
- "No powerful political entity directly restraining!"
- "Military and administrative systems completed!"
- "Technological system in progress!"
- "Glimmer of civilization born!"
- "System records Selector Number 4903's self-designation, Henwell, recorded!"
- "Seed of Armed Civilization deployed!"
- "Selector codenamed Henwell, keep pushing for the transformation of civilization!"
Henwell and all the chat members are left scratching their heads in confusion. After a while, when no further announcements appear, someone 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: "Come 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 'Armed Civilization' is. Show us!"
William: "Let me see, is it some high-tech stuff? A starship?"
Henwell scratches his head, searching for any changes but finds nothing.
Where's the seed of Armed 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 Armed 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 something amiss. However, upon closer inspection, they find nothing unusual. This is not a good sign, as it indicates that something 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 meaning 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 some kind of civilization transformation.
Lastly, there's the information about this world. Henwell now knows the name of this world—Glaivo! He resides on the seventh layer of this world, a concept he struggles to grasp. Does this mean 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 lifetime 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 announcement, the chat group gains a new feature akin to a plugin: a system of measurements! Mass, length, time...
It's important to note that in Henwell's location, each nation has its own system of measurements. 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 members of the chat group face similar issues. Differences in world rules, such as atmospheric pressure, gravity, and temperature, mean it's difficult to create a shared set of precise data.
Now, with this new announcement, they can focus their mental energy to establish a standard system of measurements.
Is this important?
Well, it depends on your goals! For a lone warrior, it might not be crucial. But for someone 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 millimeter, time to the second, and temperature to one decimal place in Celsius. The plugin hints that as their permissions increase, so will the precision. Technological advancement heavily relies on the accuracy of measurement units.
Everyone benefits from Henwell's newfound ability, and they're all busy setting up their own standard measurement tools.
James, a chat group member who was a mechanical 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 rudimentary thermometer, primarily for use in metallurgy. 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 immediately distributes these measurement standards to various departments, demanding swift implementation across the industrial and military systems, with plans to gradually extend them to civilian use. Once completed, Henwell immerses himself in his personal workshop at Blood Hill Manor, conducting various experiments.
A few days later, the group members face a harsh reality: although they've established measurement standards, the differing atmospheric pressure and gravity across their worlds prevent them from sharing many things. Despite some disappointment, having standard data makes future conversion experiments much easier.
Henwell is the most satisfied, already envisioning the significant improvement 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 becomes 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 measurement standards. In a few years, these children will become 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 time!
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 time 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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Chapter 183: Armed Civilization
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