Reincarnated With A Glitched System: Why Is My MP Not Running Out? - Chapter 1957: Incredible Inventions

Chapter 1957: Incredible Inventions

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The plan indeed included not just killing all monsters but destroying any infected or corrupted areas. Some dungeons would be so heavily damaged they might revert to mere caves if cleansed too thoroughly. After all, the very miasma they were purging is what spawns the monsters and other resources harvested from dungeons. In high concentrations, miasma is a dangerous, deadly, and toxic substance, yet technically it remains part of nature itself. Dungeons, born from miasma distorting space within magically infused regions, are also part of the natural order that people in this world have long accepted.

The King shook his head. “No, there’s no other way! They’re the heroes—they know best! If you have trouble with them, why don’t you tell them personally instead of trying to make me fight them over your petty sense of pride? Dungeons aren’t the sole foundation of our society or economy. It’s the hands of our artists and crafters! What’s more important?! Preserving monster-infested dungeons or protecting the people who make Evercraft what it is—a City of Crafters! A city of Artisans! A city of Alchemists! A city of Blacksmiths! A city of Artificers! Tell me! What’s more important?! Safeguarding your people or your pockets?!”

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Silence.

The nobles stayed quiet. None dared defy the King, let alone argue against us.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” the King sighed. “Excuse them—they often think too much about making money. As a businessman myself, I don’t believe that’s wrong at all, but there are times when we must set aside such thinking and focus on what truly matters.”

“We will try our best not to destroy the dungeons,” my father said. “You have our word, Your Majesty.”

“Yes, we will do everything we can to save them,” my mother nodded. “However, even then there’s no guarantee all of them will survive. So please be prepared for losses regardless. I’m simply being realistic.”

“It’s fine—we understand,” the King nodded. “Alright then! You begin tomorrow? How about you stay at the castle tonight? We’re going to throw a big celebratory feast for all of you!”

“A feast? For what exactly?” Nepheline asked.

“Hahaha, because you’re all here! Isn’t it wonderful to have all our heroes gathered in one place—and in my castle of all places?” the King laughed heartily. “Now come! Let me show you the castle!” He leaped from his throne and started walking. “Come on, hurry! There are so many wonderful places to see! Hey, son, come help out!”

“Yes, father!” Gimli nodded, hurrying to his side.

From everything we had seen so far, the King had only one son—Gimli. I had imagined a dwarf king would have countless wives or something, but he had just one son, and his wife, the queen, was nowhere to be seen.

Anyway, the King and the Prince showed us various astonishing places: underground laboratories producing all sorts of wild potions and combustibles, an engineering factory crafting new gadgets, and many more incredible sights.

I especially wanted to learn more about Artificers, as it seemed to be a branch that blended Blacksmithing and Alchemy to create the wonderful magical relics we relied on in daily life.

Warm showers, automatic kitchens, house-warming and cooling systems, toilets, transmission devices, communication devices, and more!

“And this is our Room of Inventions! This is where our country’s greatest geniuses gather to create new items,” the King announced, guiding us through.

“Wow, this is like Charlie and the Chocolate Factory but for robotics,” Alice commented. I had no idea what she was referencing.

“These are some of my son’s inventions,” the King said, gesturing to a large counter.

“This is what I call an image-and-sound transmission device—not some ancient relic that costs a fortune and only nobles can afford. This baby will be mass-produced using everyday materials and easily powered by mana crystals!” the Prince explained proudly.

“It looks like a TV, wow,” Alice said.

“TV?” I asked. “So they’re like cubes that transmit images?”

“Yes, and sound,” Alice nodded.

The “TV” displayed a group of dwarves forging a sword.

“By using image-and-sound capturing devices, we can capture what they see and hear and transfer it to this relic!” the Prince continued.

“Hoh, that’s interesting,” my mother nodded.

“How large is the range?” my father asked.

“Once we build a large transmission tower, it should broadcast region-wide. With many towers linked together, country-wide! If we go even further, world-wide communication! We will unify the entire world!” the Prince declared.

“Wow, no way—everyone will be able to communicate anytime, anywhere?” Celeste asked. “That sounds way too crazy to be true.”

“Yeah…” Zephy nodded. “Is this even real?”

“It’s not an illusion, and it works purely on circuits I painstakingly created over many years!” the Prince said. “It’s one of my magnum opuses. But there’s more.”

He showed us another device designed solely for long-distance sound transmission.

“A radio! Wow, so this planet is really entering the era where they begin to connect,” Alice said. “It isn’t like Earth’s technology, but you use magic instead… which is fair. Though computers and the internet still seem too far away for now.”

After seeing so many inventions, we were left speechless. Some of our parents asked how much the devices would sell for and when they would be available.

Although the Prince was the King’s son and likely had substantial funds, a product that flopped would mean heavy losses.

Thus, the Prince was seeking investors—people willing to donate money to help him continue development and manufacturing, in exchange for a share of future earnings.

“I see, so you wanted to see if any of us could invest,” my father nodded. “But it’s not like I have a lot of money on me…”

“Well, you’re my husband, dear,” my mother sighed. “Also, with your strength you can hunt powerful monsters anywhere, sell them, and earn a fortune again. You’ve just not done that because we gathered plenty beforehand, and I also provide from what I earn in the capital.”

“Ah, right, I guess I can do that? I never thought about it,” my father nodded.

“T-That’s why… also, if a hero were to sponsor my products, they would surely become incredibly popular!” the Prince said, practically pleading.

“Hm, I liked that transmission apparatus and the one that can film things,” my mother said. “I will invest in them. Do you have documents and papers to sign so we can finalize the contract?”

“Y-Yes! Thank you! Of course!” The Prince beamed with joy.

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