The Lord: In Another World, I Have a Summoning Card !-Chapter 49 : Idea future

Arthur looked at the approaching young man and recalled his file: Idran, one of the former summoning officers, recently transferred to this location.

His current strength is classified at the level of an "Advanced Trainee Knight," and he has made remarkable progress over the past few months—so much so that he is approaching the limits of his peak, indicating promising potential.

Logically, it would have been better to keep him within the military forces or assign him to the personal guard unit. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

But unexpectedly, he showed clear research tendencies and talents during his participation in the selection process for technicians in the development project—something that had not been anticipated at all.

Here, it’s worth noting a highly significant discovery Arthur had made recently, after dedicating more time and focus to studying the potential of individuals within the summoning forces—especially since uncovering Gabriel’s administrative talents and Victor’s leadership capabilities.

Analysis reveals that the summoning process—or card formation—did not rely solely on combat power.

Rather, it seems to have been based on a "data scan" of Arthur himself—from chi breathing techniques, to physical characteristics, and even his memory and knowledge of this world.

This data was used—or perhaps even developed—as the foundation for building the personalities of the summoned soldiers.

This may be the main reason why the abilities of the summoned individuals differ from their original levels in the game, adapting to equivalent power in this new world.

The same applies to knowledge; the soldiers were implanted with basic understanding of the language, methods of communication, and cultural concepts related to Arthur’s current body.

Although Arthur had yet to fully understand the precise mechanism behind this complex transition, he had reached several important conclusions:

The knowledge from his previous life had not been transferred, most likely because that knowledge was not tied to Arthur’s soul or the physical memory of his body in this world.

As a result, the "components" were unable to recognize or replicate it during the summoning process.

The quantity and quality of the implanted knowledge varied from individual to individual, depending on the person’s level or rank, as well as the nature of the "summoning background" used in the creation of their being.

There were exceptional cases, such as the young man standing before him and Gabriel, where a greater amount of knowledge—or entirely different kinds of knowledge—had been implanted.

It seemed this was due to unique talents that manifested during the transition from a virtual state to real-world existence.

It’s possible that these talents had emerged by coincidence or were the result of an unexpected interaction between original memory and the new components.

While Arthur’s former educational level hadn’t been particularly exceptional—in fact, it might have even been below that of modern-day children in some theoretical areas—it was important to note that the "memory of Arthur that was scanned" didn’t reflect only what he could currently recall.

Rather, it encompassed everything stored in his memory from birth until now: everything he had seen, heard, or even unconsciously absorbed.

Therefore, even if only a small portion of that memory was transferred into a low-ranked, low-power summoned soldier, their level of knowledge would still surpass that of 99% of this world’s population—most of whom suffered from illiteracy or had extremely limited access to education.

That alone would be more than enough to make such a soldier capable of leading over ten native soldiers of this world.

Arthur approached slowly and took the tube from Idaran’s hand.He examined it carefully.

No cracks... no fragments... only signs of combustion inside.Idaran spoke calmly, though his voice carried a hint of restrained tension:

"We still need a valve that releases pressure evenly... and a more tightly sealed combustion chamber."

Then he turned toward the table, pulled a sheet of coarse paper, and began sketching a new design with his soot-stained fingers.

He added, "We also need to experiment with new alloys. Maybe mixing iron with small amounts of copper or silver... to balance strength and flexibility."

Gabriel, who had been silently observing from the back, stepped closer and whispered to Arthur with a measured tone of concern:

"Sir... with our current resources, we’re barely able to cover research expenses. We have no stable funding, and our development environment is far from ideal. Expanding investment in this project now could burden us with unpredictable risks."

Arthur remained silent for a few seconds, staring at the metal tube in his hands. He examined it once more, then slowly placed it back on the table.

He let out a deep sigh, his eyes moving to the sketches Idaran had begun drawing, before he finally spoke in a calm but resolute voice:

"I know you’re excited, Idaran—and that’s a good thing... but as Gabriel mentioned, we haven’t yet established a fully functional lab. Every piece made here, every experiment we conduct, costs enough to feed an entire squad for days. We must balance ambition with capability."

He paused for a moment, thinking, then added: "So... let’s slow things down a bit. We’re not canceling the project, just reorganizing it. We’ll reassess priorities and limit the experiments to a scale we can sustain without straining the rest of our logistical support."

He then gestured toward Gabriel and continued:" From now on, you’ll send reports directly to him. I want him to review the budget and allocate partial support for the workshop... provided the results are tied to clear and measurable performance indicators."

Arthur turned back to Idaran and gave him a small smile, trying to soften the impact of his decisions: "Don’t worry... If the results prove worthwhile, even if we have to cut meals in half, you’ll get the support you need."

Arthur’s words weren’t mere consolation or hollow encouragement. Even the development of a primitive version of firearms could represent a massive shift in the balance of power.

As for future costs? Arthur held a firm belief: "I stockpile weapons, my neighbor stockpiles grain. When the time comes, my neighbor becomes my emergency storage."

It wasn’t arrogance or overestimation. It was a realistic understanding of how this world functioned.

Yes, there were extraordinary forces here—knights who practiced Qi breathing, mages, elemental masters, and others with supernatural professions—but such individuals were rare.

Their power typically appeared in limited battles and was often used more as psychological deterrents than actual frontline assets.

As for those who truly hold the reins of war, they are the ordinary soldiers, with their mortal bodies and organized steps.

They are the backbone of any army, and they fill the battlefields.

Arthur wasn’t even worried about the highest levels of those exceptional categories, like the Golden Knight and the higher-level unknowns...

While he still didn’t have an accurate picture of their abilities, all the historical and social data he had gathered so far indicated that this world was not like those stories or anime, where a single blow could split mountains or create craters the size of cities with a single scream.

In the end, even the supernatural power possessed by the exceptional professions here didn’t reach a level where one man could face an army of ten thousand soldiers.

It is real power, yes, but it is not absolute. It is subject to the limits of reality and logic.

Within these limits...

Arthur’s plans were no longer just scattered ideas waiting to take shape; they had begun to take their place firmly, like carefully arranged dominoes ready to fall in the desired direction.

And more than that—he could accelerate his steps.Who said that exceptional power was reserved for others?

Even if he didn’t possess it now, it didn’t mean he would remain without it in the future.

Whether by raising his own level, or through those he would summon later—A Silver Knight, a Golden Knight, and maybe even the highest of them all.

Idaran nodded in understanding and responded calmly:"As you command, my lord."

Idaran nodded in understanding and responded calmly, "As you command, my lord."

Arthur then stood next to Gabriel, his thoughts shifting to a different path.

He looked at him and asked with a tone that mixed seriousness and curiosity, "What about Dogril?

How is his cooperation with you going? Is the knowledge transfer process proceeding as it should?"

Arthur had not forgotten the captive Orc; such an unexpected harvest was not to be discarded as his leader had done, but rather should be exploited to the fullest...

Why not even uproot the root itself?

Since indirect barriers such as talent or social background had prevented him from acquiring magical knowledge from humans in the kingdom, the Orc’s bloodline might be an alternative starting point, even if unconventional.

This time, it was not Idaran who answered, but Gabriel, who stepped forward with a cautious smile. However, his voice carried a slight undertone of tension:

"Dogrill... His condition is unusual, my lord. Due to his ethnic identity, we cannot treat him like any human prisoner.

While he did show initial cooperation when captured, providing specific information and assisting in opening the sealed chest, since we started questioning him about the knowledge he inherited from his shamanic ancestors—the knowledge sacred to their tribes—he has become more reserved and less responsive."