Reborn as the Genius Son of the Richest Family

Everyone was surprised to see the sudden intrusion, but they could only swallow their words. Right now, the violet’s slime was king. He held the key to getting those Compound Bows. So, they would do whatever this little monster pleased.

Suddenly, shadows began to emerge all along the walls of the Garrison. These were people of the slime, they realized. They brought with them some strange materials, metal contraptions that they had never ever seen before.

It wasn’t long before there was a large structure now built upon the center of the Garrison. What was supposed to be the common ground for all of these warring six factions now became home to an entirely new one.

Because of this, a lot of the Upper Echelons and Conglomerates began to wonder. Who was this strange new organization? Who did this slime belong to? Who was so beyond the confines of the current understanding of smithing that they were able to create such a masterpiece?

And as it turned out, the answer laid out right in front of their very eyes.

A large R etched on golden threads, waving in a flag.

Most people wouldn’t have recognized it. But Gourdon Zentmeister, as well as the other Upper Echelons who have had the ‘pleasure’ of dealing with this emblem time and time again knew.

It was the Reborn company.

“No way…”

“The Reborn company?! They’re the one who this slime belongs to?!”

“We let a Lower Echelon company into our sacred mission?!”

Gourdon sat in his own tent, completely shocked as he tried to process this information.

Yes, it was widely rumored that the young master who created the Reborn company was allied with the Elves, the Vampires, the Werewolves, and the Mermen. They were the only ones to do so, when even the Conglomerates found it hard to juggle the different needs of such Beastfolk.

And yes. The evidence was right there in front of their eyes. They just couldn’t reconcile it.

The white Dragonborn. The demi-human who shocked the entire world by showing that even they could wield the power of Maugnetics. She wielded the Compound Bow. She made it popular.

But they would have never thought that it was the Reborn company who created them.

It would have made more sense if the Elves did. Since they were allied with them anyways, it wasn’t far-fetched to think that the Reborn company struck a deal with them to borrow one for the white Dragonborn.

But the truth was stranger than fiction. It was Reborn who armed these Elves into a complete powerhouse.

Which meant… they too, probably housed their own powder kegs.

Many of these Upper Echelons already hated the idea of Reborn in the Feast. Much more here, in the most critical mission that could decide the very fate of humanity itself.

But they came here of their own merit. They proved it before the first hour struck.

Fudge demanded a meeting with the all the leaders of six factions. And in that meeting, he showed the results of their prodding.

“They’re located here, and here, and here, and here. We’ll be able to pierce through this part of the Pocket Dimension with ease…”

Gourdon and the rest of the faction leaders could only watch with wide-eyes as Fudge revealed critical locations of the Ersatz members.

They couldn’t believe it. They’d spend days trying to break through the shroud that blinded the world from Ersatz. But somehow, this violet slime just broke through that veil with such casualness that people dared not believe it.

It wasn’t until they sent their own team to scout ahead of these critical locations were Fudge’s words deemed true.

It was at this moment that Gourdon and the rest of the leaders realized that the Reborn company was needed if they truly wanted this mission to succeed. They were vital.

Blacksmith Sekka was allowed inside the Rebornian structure in the Garrison. And there, he was starstruck to see such strange technologies before him.

Metals that whirred like dragons. Glass that glowed brighter than lamps. Walls that moved and roared as if it was real life. They called it the TV. He didn’t have time to wander what it was as he was called to meet with the Dwarves.

Yes, Dwarves. Blacksmith Sekka was awestruck. He’d never seen the legendary smiths of the world. They’d segregated themselves from everyone—at least, that’s what he thought.

Yet now, he saw multiple Dwarves within the Rebornian structure, slamming their hammers on anvils.

“Hey you! If you want to learn, keep your eyes on the fire!” barked one of the Dwarves.

Blacksmith Sekka was a genius in the Hepheasteus clan. He was the son of a Saint. Yet, he felt like he was a beginner in front of these Dwarves.

But that wasn’t even the most surprising part. It was the fact that they weren’t the main workers of their smith.

It was these giant, metallic claws and hammers that pounded pure ore into something polished. They moved with absolute precision. No mistakes. These mechanical, metal, monsters passed their finished materials until crude material turned into a gem of a work.

Then, and only then, would the Dwarves put on the finishing touches. Turning work into pure art.

Everything happened within moments, making Blacksmith Sekka barely even breathe in the process.

These… factory lines, as they called them, slashed the Dwarves’ work by more than 90%. The works that grunts and apprentices would have done shoddily, were instead being done by these precision machines for much finer and much faster work.

At the end, the Compound Bow lay at the end of the process.

Blacksmith Sekka stared in wonder. He thought masterpieces like these would need only one hand for molding. Yet the mechanical claws proved him wrong.

It truly opened his eyes. It was at this point that he realized the true power of the Reborn company. How they could produce those automobiles at faster rates than even ants reproduce.

“Please take me in as your apprentice!” Sekka shouted.

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Michael was shocked to learn that a 9th stage Body Formation blacksmith had come to become the apprentice of the Dwarves.

Blacksmith Sekka was only half-step away from the Nascent Spirit realm. In terms of an army, one could consider him as a true, bona-fide general.

Yet now, this general was now begging to be let into their ranks, even if he had to lower himself into a pawn in the process. Looks like he had taken into the factory process even better than Michael thought.

He had only hoped that he could somehow convince these Upper Echelons and Conglomerates to give him a shot. But as it turned out, all he had to do was give them a glimpse of the Rebornian process and they would simply line up to be his ally.

And so, he continued with this kind of thinking.

In the Rebornian structure at the center of the Garrison, he made sure to fully display the decadence, comfort, and peaceful lifestyle that a Rebornian was privy to.

First, he showed them the free-flowing waters. He installed a plumbing system that allowed his soldiers to draw water for drinking or for bathing, catching the eyes of these stinky, and grimy soldiers.

Seeing the Rebornian look so clean as a baby, the Conglomerates and the Upper Echelons began to wonder.

“What are they doing? Magic?”

“Whatever it is, don’t get fooled. This is merely a ploy. One that will get us to purchase their products. Remember, they are our enemy. They are our rivals. They are the very ones threatening to throw us out of our rightful place in the Upper Echelons.”

Even if they weren’t feeling resentful about the Reborn company, that didn’t mean that they were going to be playing good with them.

Yes, they had now accepted the Reborn company to be in this mission. But only through that extent. They simply needed their Compound Bows, and nothing more.

Many of the officers in the companies instructed their members to do exactly that.

Ignore the Reborn company.

However, the human heart was quite the emotional one. They moved based on what they need, what they want, rather than what they were told.

“What I’d give to swim in a warm river right now.”

“Magic water feels so bland. It doesn’t feel refreshing at all.”

Right after finding out the secret locations of the Ersatz members, the factions began to move. They sent out their soldiers and sieged them with the element of surprise.

The Reborn company was the only one left behind. Gourdon and the others reasoned that Reborn’s army wasn’t trained in cooperation with the other factions. But it was clear that they were still doubting Reborn’s ability for war. They may be good at creating constructs, but not in fights.

Michael was okay with this. Right now, the factions were just fighting the outskirts of the Ersatz members. They’re inconsequential.

If they wanted to risk their own men, then he’d let them.

Right now, he had other things on his mind.

About an hour after their deployment, the soldiers returned, battered, bloodied and exhausted.

Maugnetic battles were fast, but brutal.

And when they returned to the Garrison, they saw steam rising in the center.

They thought it was fire. But as it turned out, it was just coming from hot water.

“Welome to the sauna,” the Rebornian demi-human said.