Semua Bab Traveller Of Two Worlds: Bab 2721 - Bab 2730

“It’s good you brought it up,” I said. “Rafaela and I just heard about container trucks for freight. I think it’s time to upgrade our transport system—on land and rail.”Andrew’s face crinkled into a grin. “Container trucks?”“And freight trains,” Anton added, excitement flickering in his eyes. “Hauling directly to Agriculture City, to ports…”“That’s the plan,” I confirmed, nodding with purpose. “We’re rolling out a fleet of high-capacity container trucks, and expanding our railway system. Freight trains are in development.”Their relief was clear. They believed wholeheartedly in their work, and now they saw the government backing them.“I knew I could count on you to listen, sir,” Andrew said softly. “We drivers just want Aeternum crops to reach the world.”Anton chimed in, voice warm: “When we haul produce, it’s not just cargo—we’re delivering Aeternum’s promise.”I placed a hand on each of their shoulders. “It’s you—people like you—who help me see what matters. Keep telling me wha

Jelina nodded. “Much appreciated, General.”We gathered more closely now, forming a convivial circle across the lawn. Bright chatter rose above birdsong and fountain mist.I looked at each face: these were the builders, the dreamers, the hands shaping Aeternum. Taking a breath, I spoke.“I’m proud of this. So much has happened in only three years. But imagine what we will accomplish—together.” I let the words hang softly.They answered in nods, soft smiles, and a unified energy. No veiled diplomatic posture here—only genuine pride and excitement. A vision was coalescing: a nation deeply connected by purpose, ready for its next leap.Soon, we moved inside for the formal cabinet session. But on that lawn, under the open sky, we had already begun—quietly, joyfully, confidently stepping into Aeternum’s promising tomorrow.Under the warm shimmer of a late morning sun, the wide emerald lawn of the Black House glowed with life. The usual calm air of formality was brushed aside today as laugh

“Does this mean tourists and travelers get to ride too, or is it just freight?” he asked, a trace of excitement in his voice.“Passenger routes are in planning,” Professor Hartfield confirmed. “Second-phase implementation will connect cities with high-speed rail. Tourism, business, and families will benefit all the same.”Quara chuckled softly. “I might have to take a train to my next interview.”As the program neared its close, the camera panned to a final montage—images of freight trains gleaming in the sun, container trucks loading produce, factories firing up along new rail corridors. The future wasn’t just coming. It was here.Professor Hartfield gave a last nod. “We’re not just building tracks. We’re building arteries—for our economy, for our people, for our shared destiny.”The camera slowly zoomed out as Quara turned back to the screen.“This is Aeternum, moving forward—faster, stronger, and together,” she said. “From all of us here at Prime Time Forum, I’m Quara Raedrim. Good

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

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