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Volume 6 Chapter 7: The True Dwarven Empire

Volume 6 Chapter 7: The True Dwarven Empire

As I gazed at the vast scenery outside, the mechanical arm rotated, coming to a stop, and another mechanical arm reached out to catch us, continuing to move our position.

I finally understood what familiar sensation of suspension I felt in this little box—it was the feeling of riding an elevator! This thing was a fully functional elevator!!!

"It's really beautiful... like a sun," I said, looking at the huge crystal embedded in the "sky," emitting a soft purple light.

"That above is Lord Tuvok, yes, it's as beautiful as the sun," Chuck said, his eyes showing admiration. "That is the great deity who sustains our nation's prosperity."

A deity... I looked at the purple sun.

Hmm... Could it be an Elemental Guardian-like existence!?

"Chuck, have there been any incidents of monster rampages in the city recently?"

"Hmm? How would I know? It's been a few years since I've been back," Chuck said. "Information here is tightly sealed off, so it's hard to know what's happening here from the outside."

"I see..."

"Well, Walson, I know that you and that female hero have other responsibilities too. Don't be too disappointed. If you need information, you can go to the 'Commercial Bastion' later, yes, that one, that one, and this one," Chuck said, pointing to three stone mountains as he spoke.

During our conversation, we were brought to a place directly below the purple sun, where the stalactite volcano also stood. It was very warm here, with steam rising from underground streams beside the volcano, forming hot spring rivers.

The movement of the mechanical arm slowed down, and the elevator gradually approached an inconspicuous stalagmite hillock (relatively small compared to others) next to the underground river. The gate on the hillock opened, and finally, we were accurately placed on a conveyor belt, slowly moving forward and eventually stopping.

And this would be our base during our time in this city.

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Over the past ten years since I was reincarnated,, I have seen many fantastic landforms, but a place like the [Dying Steel Citadel] where just the terrain itself is an unimaginable concept, I never thought I would see such a sight.

Although I'm not a geologist, I am somewhat interested in how such landscapes are formed, but in a world where geological exploration technology is not yet developed, I only received superstitious answers from Chuck— Although in this magical world, superstitious answers still have some credibility, I'm still a bit disappointed.

However, he did tell me a lot about the history of the city's birth.

Four hundred years ago, before the split between the Vantinom-Grella Branch Church and the Vantinom-Bishop Branch Church, the dwarves and the elves were enslaved for a period of time due to their inherent abilities (Elvenisation and Metalforge Manipulation). It is well known that when the war ended, the dwarves and elves each established their own countries, and at the same time, blocked the influence of the two Vantinom Church Branch on the continent from east to west.

It may seem casual, but in fact, no one knows how many people sacrificed for this piece of history. At that time, the dwarves were crumbling under the pursuit of outsiders, and only a part of them successfully reached the mountains.

In order to preserve the entire dwarven race, the first Dwarf King led the dwarves into this accidentally discovered underground world, and sealed off all information about this new homeland from the outside world. At the same time, they also developed steam-powered technology that surpassed the era.

The dwarves naturally knew the value of this technology, and the surrounding countries around Mahamatra began to stir. So, Dwarf King Baros III ordered his appearance, but in a form full of lies.

First, they let a group of dwarves go up to the surface, set up a false capital, establish a false Dwarf King, and then show a little of their own abilities, recruiting those of the same race who were initially stranded, experiencing a history of conquest, and the Great Mountain Bridge of Mahamatra was formally established.

A country with hidden strength and profound heritage, outwardly only a defensive line, a technologically neutral country.

"It's really a special way of protection," I said.

"Despite how it looks, we privileged dwarves are also imprisoned underground because of this system," Chuck said.

At this moment, he was showing me around the facilities inside this earthen fortress.

Compared to those outside, this fortress was much smaller. If the scale of those outside could be called "communities," then this fortress was just a spacious three-story apartment.

"You'll be staying here for a while. The address number is 50125. Feel free to go out for a stroll, just make sure to come back," Chuck said after we finished visiting several bedrooms and dining rooms, leading me to the kitchen.

Sure enough, it had a steampunk style, filled with pipes and several small boilers. There was even a pressure indicator. Could this thing be a pressure cooker!?

Hmm, such technology being used even in this small kitchen, the hidden strength of this country could be seen in the details.

"So, Walson, if you really have the ability as you say, then bring your family over later— Although I'm curious how you're going to bring them in without teleportation magic."

"You don't need to worry about that; I have my ways," I said.

"Hmm... Well, just remember not to let your wives leave the fortress. It would cause serious problems if they were seen by others. I'm taking a big risk here," Chuck sighed, shaking his head. "Anyway, rest well during this time. I'll come find you tomorrow morning."

"Huh? Aren't you going to stay with us?"

..." Chuck froze for a few seconds at my question— then suddenly pounced on me!!!

"Who do you think caused this situation!? Do you want me to watch you and your four wives being lovey-dovey every damn day!? Huh!? That wouldn't be good, right? It would definitely disturb your damn happy life!!!" Chuck squeezed my neck and pushed me to the ground, shaking my neck violently with both hands.

Don't squeeze my neck damn it!!!! I'm just a [Villager], don't be so rough! It's gonna break it's gonna break!!!!