Reincarnation of Nikola Tesla in another world-Chapter 12: Fancy words for water wheel

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I sit at the small wooden table in my room, tools scattered around me. A candle flickers in the corner, its dim light barely enough to see the rough sketches I've been working on.

A motor.

Not a magic-powered one. Something better.

I drag the pencil across the paper, sketching the core mechanism. A mana crystal will act as the power source—not to cast spells, but to release raw energy. No one here understands that mana and energy done are two same things.

The door creaks open.

Aldric steps inside, rubbing his hands for warmth. He glances at the sketches, then around the room, his eyes filled with something between curiosity and longing.

"Kim," he says, voice soft. "I wish the girls from the orphanage were here. They'd love this place."

I keep my eyes on the paper. "Aldric, the orphanage wasn't built for comfort. They spent nights shivering, days starving. I don't plan on going through that again."

Aldric frowns.

"But... how do you build this without magic? Everything here relies on it."

I spin my pencil between my fingers. "That's the problem. They rely on it too much. If you remove magic from a kingdom like this, everything collapses ."

He leans closer. "So how does it work?"

I tap the diagram. "It's simple. The mana crystal is like a tank, a storage. Instead of casting spells, the energy flows through metal plates, forcing them to move. That motion creates friction, friction moves water. With the right setup, it can lift heavy loads"

Aldric's brow furrows. "So... like a water wheel?"

I smirk. "Not far off. Just **smaller, controlled, and much more efficient.**"

His eyes light up. "And where do we get the metal plates?"

I lean back in my chair. "Brom."

Aldric blinks. "The blacksmith apprentice?"

I nod. Aldric grins. "Then what are we waiting for?"

I close my notebook. "Tomorrow, we start."

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Morning at the Forge

The forge is alive with heat and noise. Sparks fly, hammer clashes against iron, and the air is thick with smoke.

Brom stands at his workbench, wiping sweat from his forehead. He's focused, working on something small but intricate.

I step forward, Aldric beside me. "Morning, Brom."

He glances up. "Kim? What brings you here?"

"I need to buy some metal sheets," I say.

"Thin, flexible, identical down to the millimeter. **Forty to fifty of them.**"

Brom freezes mid-motion. "Fifty?" He frowns. "I can barely make ten that perfect. I'm not a master."

Aldric chimes in. "What metal do you need?"

I shrug. "Doesn't matter. As long as they're identical."

Aldric tilts his head. "What about the color?"

I flick the edge of my notebook. "Color doesn't matter. Consistency does."

Brom rubs his hands together, looking unsure. "Kim... you're asking for perfection."

I meet his gaze. "Then give me twenty. **Quality over quantity.**"

He exhales. "I'll need 7 days."

" I give you 4 "

Aldric's eyes widen. "That's fast! But... are you sure this will work?"

"If you dont try, then when do we know you have become a master?"I butter tone Brom.

Brom's hands clench into fists. There's something different in his eyes now, determination. "I won't let you down."

I pat his shoulder. "Good. If this works, you'll be more than just an apprentice. You'll prove your worth as a **true blacksmith.**"

I watch the forge's flames crackle, the heat licking at the air.

This is just the beginning.

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