Right now the next on the schedule to be Develop, is 2 of the most important zones in Aeternum, one is the essentials zone, the industrial Zones, and the Second was the Military Zone. Compared to the other zones, Military Zone is something that I wanted to developed as secretive as possible. I want to borrow the Certain concept of the US secret military area, which is that everyone knows about it but still no one would be able to even enter them easily. On the Industrial Zones side, Andrea and the others were rather concerned about the relocation process.
Since this zones will naturally be the homes of all industrial related stuff, it was given that factories will be built here. I have planned it to be in such way, Industrial Zones will be having over 30 000 Square Kilometers area and will be placed in the Southern Shark Region. Since this Area were rather mostly plains and open, it was suitable for it to be developed for the industry purpose. Also, the Southern
In one community, enrollment jumped by 70 percent in two weeks. Mothers asked about girls’ going to school. Fathers signed forms. Teachers were flooded with freshmen.Even civic identity evolved. Broadcast news highlighted voices from all regions—students, farmers, miners, shopkeepers—not just ministers or elites. Town halls were aired live. Debates on national reforms featured rotating panels across territories. Questions came in from viewers via radio call-ins and magical link votes.In a farming village in the north, a town elder watched as questions about road improvements from local farmers were broadcast—not by petition, but by live remote video. He nodded to his neighbors. "Now they know we exist."Citizens began identifying as part of something greater than their region or tribe—they began saying, “I am Aeternum.”Public opinion shifted. Misdirected rumors lost traction. Within days, rumors about non-human rights, forced taxes, or school laws were answered in daily broadcasts.
At sunset, I looked back toward New City in the distance, connected by new ridgeline of signal towers, each painted in Aeternum blue and gold. Between them, freight trains rattled across bridges in the Alemia countryside.It was a skyline unlike any medieval kingdom had ever seen—a painting of steel, light, and line-of-sight.I turned to Minister Rafaela, who was marveling at the view.“It’s not just broadcast,” she said. “It’s the voice of progress.”I clasped her shoulder. “We’ve built nation from rails to towers.”That evening, in my study lit by soft glow of relay signals humming through the new highland connection, I reflected on the transformation.Aeternum had changed. The new industrial era had given birth to projects that existed only in imagination—until logistics turned them into blueprints, and machinery turned them into reality.As signal lights blinked on across remote villages, I felt something deeper: A renewed promise. A promise that knowledge, safety, and community w
Beyond internal tension, Aeternum’s industrial growth shifted power dynamics across the UNA. Dukedom of Angela, once textile-rich through handlooms, now imported Aeternum‑woven fabrics for its royal court.The Grand Coastal City of Meerkat—a former center of artisanal goods—began ordering container loads of ceramics and electronics from Aeternum factories.In a meeting with Council leaders, Grand Lord Meerkat admitted: “Your manufacturing gives us access to goods our artisans cannot match in price or quality. We’ll partner, but also protect local crafts for tradition’s sake.”Back in the Industrial Park, Ronan guided me to the apprenticeship workshop beside his old workspace. Here, former blacksmiths now trained as assembly line supervisors and CNC machinists.“They wanted to keep tradition, but also join the age of mass work,” he said. “I teach them forge techniques alongside machine calibration. We respect both.”This new generation—trained in both manual artistry and factory effici
Massive steel piles, concrete mixers, pre-fabricated overpasses, and solar-grade roadway panels arrived daily on the job site. Lorries shuttled from rail platforms straight into assembly yards and mounting crews—eliminating the previous relay-based chain of mule, cart, and manual labor. Construction timelines collapsed inward.On the project’s staging ground, engineers smiled as structures rose faster than predicted. Steel frames for overpasses stood erect next to laid asphalt stretches. Bridges rose across ravines in days. All because fractured logistics had finally healed.A foreman in a dust-marked vest craned his neck to see a steel superstructure fitting into place.“We used to wait weeks for just the beams to come,” he said. “Now? We’re constructing while they deliver. It’s like magic backed by rails.”From Horizonte Farms to the coastal fisheries, from the towering crane sets of Alemia to the distribution hubs of New City, the freight revolution became a living thing—an invisib
“This isn’t just innovation,” one of them muttered. “It’s domination.”Meanwhile, in the industrial zones, workers and truckers watched in stunned silence as the broadcast cut to footage of train containers being loaded by automated cranes, tracking systems updating in real-time on digital boards. The scale, the speed, the coordination—it was absurd by any standard of this world.Even to my modern mind, it felt surreal.Rafaela turned toward me backstage after her speech, her usually composed face tinged with rare emotion. “It’s done,” she said.“It’s only the beginning,” I replied. “But you’ve done well. We all have.”“Does it feel like home yet?” she asked.I thought for a moment.“No,” I answered truthfully. “But it’s starting to feel like the home I always wished existed.”As the train pulled away from the station, thunder rolling beneath its wheels, I looked around me. The citizens of Aeternum didn’t cheer as much as they stood in awe.They understood something now—something unsp
This was infrastructure diplomacy. Standardized technology. Soft power projection at its finest. Every truck we exported? It required maintenance contracts, fuel imports, technical manuals. All routed back to Aeternum. All built on our standards.This wasn’t a sales pitch. It was integration by efficiency. And it was working.I turned back from the balcony. Behind me, technicians in the control room of the Broadcasting Tower monitored the surge in viewership and inquiries.One young intern, barely out of high school, waved excitedly.“President Mies, sir—viewership across the UNA just hit two billion.”Two billion souls, I thought.Watching our trucks. Watching our world. Watching Aeternum.“Let them watch,” I whispered to myself. “This is the convoy of tomorrow. And they’re all invited to follow the road we paved.”Three months.That’s how long it took to go from concept to reality—from the first emergency cabinet meeting to this very moment.I stood at the edge of Aeternum's newly c