God of Technology: Creating the Internet in Another World-Chapter 408: Expanding Ideas Without Limits

Hearing Viscount Roster’s words, Nidhogg fell silent.

He’d originally come just to rob—no wait, to make money in the stock market—and wanted to swing by to say thanks. He never expected Viscount Roster would hit him with such a conflicting proposal at a time like this.

Developing Dragon Island was something the dragons had never even considered.

You could say that over the years, Dragon Island had remained in a completely primitive state. Trees, flowers, and grass grew wild, all the animals bred freely, and the dragons were just another link in that primitive ecosystem—a link that kept the ecology stable.

Even though they were the only intelligent species!

Of course, the reason for this was simple—there just weren’t that many dragons. Even if they ate as much as they wanted, they couldn’t disrupt Dragon Island’s normal functioning.

But that was just now. What about the future?

The God of Technology had promised to help them have children.

Before long, the dragon population would explode.

If they kept things the way they were, one day Dragon Island might not be enough.

Rather than scrambling when crisis hit, better to start taking action now.

They could develop suitable areas into grain fields, use all that grain as feed to raise animals.

Other areas would still be a paradise for wild creatures and wouldn’t be affected. Just a small-scale change, but it’d give them endless supplies of meat. In the early stages, they could trade that meat for human currency.

They could even go public as a company, and when the time came, they’d definitely cash in big, just like Southern Development Company did this time.

And Dragon Island Development Company would be completely under their control, making operations way easier.

When the dragon population grew in the future, they could rely on all that farmed meat to keep Dragon Island’s environment from deteriorating.

Just like that, three problems solved at once.

One stone, three birds.

Nidhogg was tempted.

Even though he was one of the oldest fossils among the dragons, after all the changes the dragons had gone through recently, he’d gradually realized a lot of things. Adapting to this new era was definitely a good choice for him.

"I’ll think about it."

But Nidhogg didn’t agree right away. These matters still needed to be discussed thoroughly with the Council of Elders before they could make a decision.

Viscount Roster just smiled faintly.

The seed had been planted. Now all he had to do was wait for it to bloom and bear fruit.

Even if the seed died, it wouldn’t really affect him—he’d just said a few words, that’s all.

But honestly, if Dragon Island could start magic-tech industrialization—even if it was just in livestock farming—the impact on this world would be absolutely massive.

If such a powerful race like the dragons, these long-lived species, these ancient beings, could make such choices and changes, how could any ordinary race have the nerve not to change too?

Pulling his thoughts back together, Viscount Roster refocused his attention on the Southern Territory.

Roster territory had been developed almost to its limit. The entire territory was packed with all kinds of buildings—either workshops or laboratories. To keep expanding, he could only buy land from neighboring lords.

Or... partner with companies like Southern Development Company and expand outside his territory.

That being the case, he no longer needed to focus most of his energy there. Mainly, he’d just keep an eye on what was happening in the labs, nothing more.

But Southern Development Company was different.

He’d completely taken control of the Southern Territory.

In the Southern Territory, there were countless fertile fields, mines, land, and people. With the technological power of Roster territory backing it, the Southern Territory was bound to take off.

Right now, the grain situation had basically wrapped up. Next up was focusing on industrialization.

Viscount Roster’s main thinking was: livestock farms, druid potion factories, agricultural machinery plants, magic-powered vehicle factories, food processing plants, plus basic industries like steel mills and cement factories.

North of the watch wall.

Magic-activated flames still raged across this barren land.

Countless flames had baked the earth until it cracked all over, as if all the moisture in the air had been completely evaporated.

Just looking around with the naked eye, everything seemed completely distorted.

Wave after wave of scorching heat pounded the surroundings. If an ordinary person were here, they probably wouldn’t last more than a few minutes before passing out from dehydration.

But the Tech Combat Clerics wearing War Soldier 2.0 exoskeletons felt pretty comfortable.

Under their armor were runes that controlled temperature and humidity, keeping them in a comfortable state at all times. Even the outside air was filtered when it came in, ensuring it stayed clean and at the right temperature.

Maybe that’s exactly why, even facing these endless enemies, their mindset hadn’t changed at all. They still methodically carried out their assault operations against these foes.

Heavy combat machinery rumbled with deep, low sounds, their treads rolling forward as if they could crush anything in their path.

Under the dim light, a squad of combat clerics piloted massive equipment, leaving the base and slowly advancing into the surrounding area.

The earlier endless flames seemed to have created some fire tornadoes nearby, constantly whipping up grains of sand.

But when those grains hit the tanks and armor, they didn’t cause any damage—just made some really unpleasant sounds.

At the front of the formation, a cannon barrel seemed ready to fire. With a single command, a crimson ray shot forward. The monsters directly ahead disintegrated instantly under that beam, turning to ash.

Black smoke scattered everywhere. Some of it drifted through the air like those grains of sand, constantly pelting them.

"Ten kilometers to the new base target zone. Area ahead cleared. Continue advance!"

With that command, the combat clerics pushed forward again, right into the area that had just been blasted by the ray.

Facing these enemies who knew no death and came in endless waves, the Tech Combat Clerics had decided to advance step by step, establishing base after base. At each base, they’d set up tons of automated defense systems. That way, just a small number of combat clerics could hold a huge area.

When the land was covered with their automated defensive positions, there wouldn’t be any more ice spirits left in this world.

With the command given, the Tech Combat Clerics advanced again without hesitation.

Before long, a vast plain appeared before them. Looking at the countless ice spirits wandering aimlessly across that plain, everyone’s expressions remained unchanged as they quietly waited for the attack order.