Anxiety

For the past few days, Lynn has been writing his plan for "The Complete Process of Establishing a Factory from Slime to Poison Removal, Thread Pulling, and Fabric Production".

Lynn wrote several pages with flair, working late into the night whenever he had free time.

These past few days have been exhausting. Fortunately, he had played all sorts of games back then.

There was Victoria 3 with its industrial economy, Hearts of Iron with its warfare, Stellaris in outer space, Crusader Kings where you could marry your own daughter, Europa Universalis spanning medieval to modern times, and Skyrim on a city scale.

As well as games like Total War and Mount & Blade that required micro-management.

And Frostpunk, that rascal Western political game.

These games made Lynn understand a little bit of everything.

Coupled with the fact that he was a Noble in this life, he had been rigorously trained in political management since childhood.

When he initially designed Aninsbei City, he had already planned for its urban scale, reserved open spaces, and the future expansion of the outer city.

There would be a place for these refugees too.

Lynn stretched his body and sighed again about his current predicament: "How to obtain large quantities of saltpeter is a problem, as is mining. How to smelt iron in large quantities, how to mass-produce it, how to make percussion caps, how to make detonators, how to make steam engines, I can't stand it, doing all the research by myself, where do I have the energy for all this!"

These were the problems Lynn faced.

The story of collecting the entire nation's urine for saltpeter in John Bull's time shows that extracting it requires skill, not something that can be obtained in large quantities easily.

Although this world is in the Magic Rune Era, and before that was the Steel Age, this does not mean they have blast furnace iron smelting technology.

Have you heard of crucible steel?

In this Otherworld, Humans are like beasts of burden, using brute force to hammer out steel.

The so-called Steel Age merely saw improvements in steelmaking technology, Humans opened up new avenues, and with the Dwarves being incredibly helpful, their entire race went wild producing steel.

Not to mention other technologies.

Lynn's head hurt just thinking about it.

Fortunately, he knew that some technologies were bound to succeed, and as long as he researched in that direction, it would definitely be the right way.

The power of Magic flames was just right for melting copper, but melting iron was basically impossible, let alone steel.

Large quantities of steel, and mass-producible gunpowder and percussion caps, were what Lynn needed most.

"Lynn, what are you doing?" Lilim, taking advantage of the absence of outsiders, came up to Lynn and watched him work.

"Thinking about future scale and how to accelerate development," Lynn replied as he wrote.

"You still have time for future planning? Let me tell you something."

"What is it?"

"Do you have a way to defend yourself?" Lilim said with little confidence: "We have too few of those explosive packs, only a dozen or so. As for javelins, everyone has hundreds of thousands of years of history, so equipping them with a large number of them and ensuring their range is also a problem. We've gathered so many people here, and I heard from the refugees that a large tribe has arrived from the neighboring grasslands."

Lilim took a sip of water: "There are over ten thousand of them, Great Moon Werewolves. They previously defeated the Golden Army of the Tiger Demi-humans, and now they probably have armor."

"Think about it, a group of armored werewolves, and they even have shamanic mages."

"So, Lynn... mmmph~"

Lynn pinched Lilim's face: "Don't worry, I'm not the type of person who only relies on technological advantages to win wars."

"Although I can't yet realize my technology, I have an excellent political system and my micro-management skills."

"I also have my strategies."

"Next, I will show you why I say that the fights between Nobles are all like playing house."

"Due to the existence of Magic Battle Qi, individualism has developed greatly, and it's possible to fight a thousand against one. This leads to everyone's battles relying solely on courage, with the smarter ones merely knowing how to form formations."

"Real warfare requires extremely strong discipline, how to defeat a larger force with a smaller one, how to use the power of wisdom, not courage."

Recently, Lynn, already in a bad mood from dealing with the "yellow-haired guy" and his war criminal index increasing daily, was now under immense pressure. Everyone was putting pressure on him.

Lynn had nowhere to release his stress.

The two happiest things in the world are:

"Comrades, we have no retreat, charge!"

"It's okay, you've already tried your best."

Lynn had experienced neither of these. The first situation was desperation, requiring camaraderie, but Lynn didn't have such supportive comrades; instead, he had a group of people who relied on him.

The second had long been shattered.

As the main leader, Lynn could not show even a hint of fear.

No matter how gentle a person is, when under great pressure, their outward demeanor will not be approachable and they will gradually become aggressive.

Not to mention Lynn, who was unloved by his parents, had no close siblings, no friends, and no love.

When under great pressure, one needs a place to vent, but Lynn had no such outlet.