Arknights Cement Novels & Stories

And far beyond that, like a mirage of heaven, the Citadel gleamed against the sky, daring him to dream. The quarry was already alive with noise by the time Tunde arrived, picks clanging against rock, engines sputtering, and the occasional crackle of static from the Citadel drones overhead. People moved like ants below the pit walls, heads bowed, backs bent, chasing the shimmer of Adrium in the dirt like it was salvation.

he soothed. My eyes had begun to drift closed, but they flew open at the sight I caught over his shoulder. Konah had reached my father and Kormen’s mother. My father made no move to escape or fight, just lifted his chin as though welcoming whatever came. Kormen’s mother screamed and twitched as though she’d try to run, but Konah gave her no time. Without preamble, he thrust both clawed hands forward into their chests. A wet, sucking sound met my ears as he drew both fists back, covered in blood and gore with their hearts clenched in his hands. Dropping the organs to the floor he made his way to the door and seconds later I heard Amelia’s screams. I must have made a sound of distress because

she said and leaned towards Iktanne's ear and whispered, "... we've heard a few days ago in the library from the proctors that the Giants were collecting gold and souls from the normals. They said that there was an insignia left on the shores of the north... which might cause a great trouble because it links back here in the Academy and the Empire." Iktanne's face was wild with shock. "What insignia was it?," she whispered back. "Well, we don't know for the bell started ringing for our next class so we weren't able to get what they were saying." The blond guy, Anthony, stood up from the other end of the couch and interrupted them, saying he'll be away to get some food. He looked at Iktanne's

"Starting bid, ten million crystal cores or two million tons of grain. Minimum increase, a hundred thousand tons!" The applause stopped instantly. Silence crushed the room again. Two million tons of grain per dose. Each Ark base had originally stockpiled about five million tons. This single dose demanded nearly half of a base's reserves. No one spoke. "The materials required for the inhibitor are extremely rare," Ruth continued. "Producing another will take at least a year." Ark Three raised a hand. "We want it." Nathaniel hesitated, then raised his hand as well. "We're bidding, too. Two point one million tons."

“For the anti‑magic, high‑pressure base layer of the runway, I dug through the Grizzly Pack’s geological data from the past fifty years. If we use reinforced cement mixed with the special material here, it’ll handle the impact from giant supernatural creatures landing, and it’ll block underground magic interference. This is the concept sketch.” “As for material procurement,” Vivian said as she tapped her tablet open, her red lips curling slightly, “those stone suppliers up north tried to sneak in a fifteen‑percent markup. I tossed their little tax‑evasion stunt from last year onto the negotiation table. They instantly behaved. Not only did they drop the price to the lowest on the market, the

‘THIRTY- EIGHT PERCENT INCREASE IN . ‘Yeah, yeah ... I saw the numbers.’ Mr Vishal Arora interrupted, his head down, index finger running left to right on a document. ‘I don’t understand,’ gasped Pranav. ‘Fine. Let me explain.’ Mr Vishal continued impatiently. ‘Basically, there are two ways a cement company makes money. Either you locate your factory close to the place where your raw materials come from, or you produce near your demand centres.’ He raised his head and eyed Pranav. ‘Do you know which type Arora Cements is?’

Leon raised Owen face and wipe the tears on his eyes as he said. "Once we get married, there's no running away, no hiding, and most especially... No more ARCANUM.." He landed a sweet kiss on Owen's lips when the one he only love nodded his head. ~~~~~~~~~THE END~~~~~~~~ Author wants to thank those readers who never stopped reading it until this time. For my editor. And for Lord who never stopped giving me ideas. I love you all!!

As far as I knew these materials couldn’t be crafted by anyone else besides someone who has maxed out their crafting skill. I received a rare metal called Vuflite, which had stats that were far better than any weapon that I ever crafted. Luka received Adruilium, which was also a very rare metal. Even the price to sell these metals was higher than anything I have come across in the game. “What are we going to do with these?” I asked Luka after we stored them in our shared storage. “For now, we will hold on to them. I will worry about crafting them.” Luka started walking away and instead of chasing him, I frowned.

The HUD hovers like a holographic blueprint. CRAFTING SCREEN – ACTIVE Recipes Unlocked (4/47) 1. Heartbound Talisman (Remy) – 100% components 2. Sunforge Bracer (Seras) – 100% components 3. Reflection Ward Ring (Self) – 100% components 4. Nine-Tail Anchor (Kayo) – 100% components Begin synthesis? Y/N I tap Y. The bloodstone flares white. I speak the 30% I own in perfect Vinča—words that mean protect, endure, return.

"We hit a snag. An ancient subterranean cellar just collapsed under the western wing." Silence stretches over the line. "A sinkhole," Dax says flatly. "A big one," I confirm. "No one is hurt, but we can't lay the foundation. I need more supplies, Dax. I need heavy-duty steel trusses and two full cement mixers of rapid-set concrete sent out by tomorrow morning." I can practically hear the calculator in Dax's brain short-circuiting. "Steel trusses. Two cement mixers," Dax repeats, his soul seemingly leaving his body. "Do you know what the logistical nightmare of routing cement mixers through the neutral zone entails? The budget..."