Global Lords: Building the Strongest Civilization with SSS Rank Talent-Chapter 98: Bone Refinery

Red clicked the [ SUBMIT CUSTOM BLUEPRINT ] button.

The interface locked, and a massive, golden warning prompt filled the center of his monitor. Registering a completely original, non-System structure required an administrative evaluation fee.

The game engine demanded a staggering 100,000 DP just to run the physical simulation and verify the architecture.

Below the massive price tag, the System listed the creator incentives. If the blueprint actually worked and passed verification, Red would gain exclusive rights over the technology.

[ ROYALTY CONTRACT: 50% ] Any other God who purchased this blueprint from the global System Shop would automatically pay half the purchase price directly to Rubedo’s DP pool.

[ ARCHITECTURAL MONOPOLY ] The creator faction receives a permanent 30% reduction on all construction materials and maintenance costs for this specific facility.

[ ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED: INDUSTRIAL PIONEER ] Grants a passive domain buff. Increases the structural integrity of all faction buildings by 10% and boosts the success rate of future custom designs.

[ SYSTEM-ASSISTED CALIBRATION ] The game engine will automatically correct minor mechanical flaws and gear-ratio errors up to a 5% margin during the initial deployment.

Red checked his balance. 100,000 DP wasn’t a big deal to him anymore, but it was a massive chunk regardless. If his design was fundamentally broken or violated the game’s physics engine, the System would reject the submission and entirely consume the points.

He took a slow breath and authorized the transfer.

The 100,000 DP vanished from his account. The screen flashed a bright, analytical blue.

[ VERIFYING PHYSICS ENGINE... ]

[ SIMULATING LOAD CAPACITY... ]

[ TESTING CHEMICAL REACTIONS... ]

The progress bar crawled across the screen. Red clenched his jaw, staring unblinkingly at the monitor. The seconds felt like hours. He mentally reviewed his gear ratios and chemical mixtures, bracing for a catastrophic error message.

A sharp, clear chime rang through the dark expanse of the Void.

[ CUSTOM BLUEPRINT APPROVED. ]

[ CATEGORY: HEAVY INDUSTRY. ]

Red let out a harsh breath of relief. The System’s auto-calibration had smoothed out his amateur engineering mistakes. He immediately grabbed the newly minted Bone Refinery icon and dragged it directly down onto the live feed of the Leviathan crater.

Down in the physical realm, the ash beneath the extraction site began to violently rumble.

Gorak dropped his hauling chain. The Goliath Chief stumbled, bracing his massive stone legs against the tremors. Iron-Scale snapped to attention, his yellow eyes scanning the perimeter for an ambush.

A blinding pillar of crimson light descended from the heavy gray clouds, striking the dead center of the crater.

The System ripped the required raw materials directly from Red’s inventory. Hundreds of tons of star-iron, dense swamp-timber, and stone materialized inside the light. The sound of bending metal and grinding gears echoed across the eastern plains as the massive facility built itself in a matter of seconds.

"Hmm... is it because I created the blueprint that they didn’t need to build it?" he wondered.

The light faded.

A sprawling, terrifying cathedral of heavy industry now dominated the crater floor. Massive smokestacks reached toward the sky. Thick star-iron grinding drums rested at the base of a huge hopper, waiting to be fed. Conveyor belts lined with reinforced rubber stretched from the crushing floor to the chemical mixing vats.

Gorak stared up at the impossible structure. The Warlord felt the sheer, vibrating hum of the dormant engines in his bones.

"Start the feed," Red commanded through the tether.

Red’s command echoed through the tether.

Gorak raised his heavy star-iron gauntlet. He pointed directly at the towering hopper of the new facility.

"Feed the machine!" Gorak roared.

The Goliath Chief did not hesitate. He barked a command in his deep, grinding language. Four of the largest Crag-Goliaths stepped forward. They dug their thick stone hands under the massive chunk of Leviathan rib they had cut loose earlier. Grunting with heavy exertion, the bedrock giants hauled the colossal bone up the reinforced ramp.

They reached the top and hurled the payload over the edge.

The bone plummeted into the hopper. It hit the massive, rotating star-iron grinding drums.

The noise was absolute, deafening violence. The crater shook as the heavy gears caught the ancient calcium. The Goliaths had struggled for hours just to saw through the outer layer. The refinery’s automated drums pulverized the solid bone into coarse gravel in a matter of seconds.

The crushed material dropped onto the heavy rubber conveyor belts. The automated system carried the gravel upward, dumping it directly into the sealed chemical vats. Plumes of acidic steam vented from the smokestacks as the swamp-ooze reacted with the stubborn marrow.

A loud mechanical clank rang out from the rear of the facility.

The heavy discharge chute opened. A thick, dark gray sludge poured out, filling a waiting transport sled. It was the perfect wasteland asphalt. Dense, fast-curing, and incredibly durable.

The entire process took less than three minutes.

The Goliath Chief stared at the filled sled in utter disbelief. He walked over and scooped a handful of the warm, heavy sludge into his massive stone palm. He looked up at the towering smokestacks of the refinery, his amber eyes wide with shock.

"This is a miracle of the earth," the Chief rumbled. He turned to Gorak, his voice filled with raw awe. "My people would have swung heavy hammers for two weeks to crush that single rib. Your God just did it in minutes. The labor is entirely gone. The workflow is unbroken. We can pave the continental highway ten times faster with this."

The surrounding Goliaths murmured in deep agreement. They looked at the towering industrial plant with genuine reverence, praising the sheer mechanical genius of the structure.

On the perimeter, Red’s expeditionary force stood a little taller.

Gorak crossed his arms, a deeply smug and fanatical grin spreading across his scarred face. Iron-Scale stood nearby, his glowing yellow eyes fixed on the massive stone giants as they marveled at the Void’s technology. The exhausted Troglodytes, the mutated Kobolds and Grey-Fins, and the massive Shell-Kin all puffed out their chests.

They had marched through a glass storm and fought a feral horde. Now, they were watching an allied faction stand in absolute awe of their Lord. The pride radiating from Red’s army was understandable. Their God offered them the future, and the proof was pouring out of that discharge chute.

Up in the Void, Red leaned back on his throne. The gamble had paid off perfectly, and the highway project was finally moving at an industrial pace.