REBORN IN THE FANTASY WORLD WITH AN AI X-Chapter 13 -

The sun hung high in the sky, casting long shadows over the vast stretch of land where hundreds of workers stood gathered. Before them was a deep valley through which a mighty river surged, its waters untamed and wild. The workers, dressed in simple yet sturdy clothes, murmured among themselves, their faces a mixture of curiosity and skepticism.

At the front, standing on a wooden platform, was Harry. In his hands, he held a detailed blueprint, but instead of immediately showing it, he looked up at the gathered men and cleared his throat. The murmurs died down as all eyes turned to him.

"You must be wondering why you're here," Harry began, his voice carrying across the site. "You must be wondering what this enormous project is and why we're doing it."

A few men nodded. One worker, an older man with a thick beard, raised his hand. "Lord Harry, forgive me, but I don't understand. The river flows fine. We've lived with it for generations. Why go through all this trouble to build something this massive?"

Harry smiled, expecting the question. "That's a good question. Right now, this river flows freely, but it is untamed. Every year, when the heavy rains come, it floods the villages downstream, destroying homes and crops. And during dry seasons, the river shrinks, leaving many without water."

Some of the workers exchanged glances, nodding in agreement.

"This structure," Harry continued, finally unrolling the blueprint, "is called a dam. It will control the river, storing water when there's too much and releasing it when there's too little. More than that—it will generate power. The same power that now lights up our streets and homes. This dam will not only protect lives but improve them."

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Murmurs of surprise and awe spread through the crowd. A younger worker raised his hand. "Power? Like the lights in the city? But how? There's no magic involved, right?"

Harry shook his head. "No magic. Only science. When the water flows through tunnels in the dam, it will spin large machines called turbines. These turbines will generate electricity, just like the windmills you've seen turning. The stronger the river's current, the more power we create. This energy will reach more villages, homes, and even workshops, making work and life easier for everyone."

The workers looked at each other, impressed but still uncertain. "So... what do we do?" another worker asked.

"That's what I'm here to tell you," Harry said, stepping down from the platform and moving toward the construction site. "This will be unlike anything you've built before. It requires patience, precision, and teamwork. Now, let me explain our plan."

He gestured toward a massive diagram pinned onto a wooden frame. It showed the valley, the river, and the design of the dam in various stages.

"First, we need to divert the river. We'll build a temporary tunnel to guide the water away from our main work area. That way, we can build safely without the current washing everything away. To do this, we'll dig through that side of the valley—" he pointed to a rocky hill on the side "—and line it with stone and metal reinforcements. We'll use machines to break through the rock and carry away debris."

Some workers frowned. "Machines?"

"Yes," Harry said, stepping to the side. "Let me show you."

At his signal, a group of workers activated one of the massive metal contraptions nearby. A loud rumble filled the air as the enormous machine roared to life. The workers took a step back, eyes wide with shock as they watched the towering machine's arm rise and then slam down onto the rocky ground, breaking apart the stone effortlessly.

Gasps and exclamations filled the air.

"By the gods, what kind of beast is that?!"

"No beast, just a machine," Harry chuckled. "This is an excavator. Instead of digging by hand, this machine will do the hard work for us, clearing rock and soil much faster than we ever could. We also have trucks—large carriers that will transport the rubble away."

Another machine rolled forward, its giant wheels kicking up dust. Workers gaped as they saw a metal container on its back lifting up and emptying its contents elsewhere.

"So it does the heavy lifting?" a worker asked.

"Exactly," Harry confirmed. "This will speed up our work by months, even years. And once the river is redirected, we begin laying the foundation."

He pointed back at the diagram. "Here, we'll layer massive blocks of reinforced stone and metal. The dam must be strong enough to hold back an entire river, so the materials need to be placed precisely. That's where you come in. Every stone, every beam must be placed according to the blueprint. The machines help, but your hands will shape this into something real."

The workers seemed to absorb this information, their skepticism fading. Harry could see the spark of understanding in their eyes.

"So, we won't just be moving dirt?" one of them asked. "We're actually building something great?"

"Exactly," Harry said, nodding. "This dam will outlive all of us. It will be here for centuries, protecting our land and powering our cities. Your names may not be written on its walls, but your work will be remembered. Generations from now, people will look at this dam and say, 'Our ancestors built this. They tamed the river and changed the world.'"

A murmur of approval spread through the crowd. The hesitation in their faces had been replaced by pride. They were no longer just laborers—they were builders of something historic.

Harry clapped his hands. "Alright, enough talking. Let's get to work! Teams one and two, start digging out the diversion tunnel. Teams three and four, begin reinforcing the riverbanks. Engineers, guide the machines and make sure they're working efficiently. We need to move fast, but we need to do it right."

As the teams dispersed, the once skeptical workers now had purpose in their steps. The rumbling of machines mixed with the voices of men calling out instructions and the rhythmic clang of metal tools striking stone. The dam's construction had truly begun.

Lord Lor stood at a distance, watching it all unfold. He turned to his steward with a rare smile. "This land has always been powerful," he said. "But my son... he is making it something more. He is giving it a future."

The steward nodded. "The people believe in him, my lord. And when this dam stands, they will know that the Gold Territory is destined for greatness."

As the sun began to dip toward the horizon, the valley that once echoed only with the sound of rushing water was now filled with the sounds of progress. Harry stood on a nearby ridge, overlooking the work site, his heart swelling with determination. This was just the beginning.

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