How should an ordinary transmigrator make his start in an ordinary fantasy world?
Although this world did not seem quite so... ordinary, and Theus had always vaguely felt that something was off, he still tried to steer everything back onto the right track.
Soap, glass, cement, gunpowder—bringing out these things would be enough to handle the natives with ease.
Right?
That was what Theus had always thought. So he renovated the workshop and made samples... but the recent [Cognitive Barrier] and Pollution had given him an uneasy feeling, making him start to question the nature of this world.
Was this truly just an ordinary fantasy world? Even if it had some Transcendent powers.
A shadow clouded Theus's eyes.
But it had already been made. Now, he could only bite the bullet and give it a try, praying that everything would go smoothly.
He had brought Connor over to see it yesterday, and just as he had expected, his finished product had drawn a string of shocked reactions.
Since no problems had been discovered for now, they would proceed according to the original plan. They just had to bulldoze this world with industry.
It would go smoothly.
The Steam Engine and chemical processing were the two most important paths in his industrialization tech climb. The Banshees had already joined the research into manufacturing Steam Engines, so chemical processing could not be left behind either.
Theus began pitching his product to Alexei.
"Soap. This will be our factory's main product for some time to come—the little thing in your hand." Theus stepped back a few paces. A servant had already prepared a basin of water and a jar beside them.
Alexei smeared some greasy grime from the jar onto his hands, then tried washing it off with the soap.
"What a miraculous