After an intense intimate night, the next day came with hope and expectations.Ric and his wives were now full of energy, yesterday was for them to connect their heart and soul together.It was an exhilarating experience as they felt closer together in both heart and soul as they are one!Ric stood on the bank with his wives, watching as the first functional steam-powered barge prototype was slowly lowered into the water. The vessel was crude and heavy timber reinforced with iron plates, a single large paddle wheel at the rear, and a hissing boiler that belched white steam into the morning air.“It works,” Ric said, unable to hide the satisfaction in his voice, “Not fast, not elegant, but it moves against the current without relying on oars or horses.”He couldn't but feel thrilled and gratified, this was a fast timer and his eyes were filled with more expectations for the future.Morgana folded her arms, eyes gleaming as the engine chugged to life. The paddle wheel began turning, pus

Finally, everything went as planned as the unveiling of everything took place.The river barges were no longer prototypes as they were full; two fully operational steam vessels now made regular runs between Riverpark Stronghold and their allied settlements. The larger of the two, which the militia had proudly named Thunder’s Fist, churned steadily upstream, its paddle wheel slapping the water in a rhythmic heartbeat. Black smoke mixed with white steam trailed behind it as it carried crates of iron tools, crossbows, and barrels of black powder North!Ric stood at the bow beside Morgana, the wind whipping at their clothes. The barge’s engine chugged with a steady, powerful rhythm that still felt miraculous every time he heard it.He knew this was it, with his knowledge from his previous life and improvement from the system, he was able to replicate something remarkable, something real, something for the future!“This is going to change the way we fight,” Morgana said, gripping the rai

The operation of the machines has become more effective as the river district of Riverpark Stronghold has become the lifeblood of their growing power. Three steam barges now operated on regular schedules, their chugging engines and splashing paddle wheels a constant soundtrack along the waterways. Ric stood on the newly constructed dock, watching as Thunder’s Fist unload crates of high-grade ore from Stoneford while another barge, Steel Current, prepared to depart downstream with finished crossbows and iron tools.“This is working better than I hoped,” Ric said, turning to his wives. “The mobility alone gives us an advantage no other lord in the north can match.”He was very satisfied with the steady development as he knew better than anyone how rare it was to produce this weapon, after several trial and error, now they have three steam machines.Morgana wiped engine grease from her hands, having just come from inspecting the boiler room. Her powerful arms were streaked with soot, b

The following day after Riverpark went full out on the bandit sent by the coalition team, everywhere became bustling with activities, as the villagers became thrilled and happy that they could finally raise their heads high. Even the Militia fates in the Warlord household rose exponentially. With the new machine and their equipped weapon they finally stood a chance against the forces that threatened their household.Activities resumed as usual and the Riverpark Stronghold stood strong on firm ground.Ric and his wives stood on the balcony as they took in the view with smiles on their faces.“With all the scouts in place and patrols kept moving in the shadows , we will get an update when the enemy matches in our front” Morgana spoke with pride.Kathleen smile as she said, “we have treated the injured militia and we have made provision for the deceased family, we won't be like the dynasty, we will be better than them as Riverpark Park will stand as a beacon of hope to the people”Yan o

The days after the battle against Lord Varen’s coalition brought an uneasy peace to Riverpark Stronghold. The walls still smelled faintly of gunpowder, and repair crews worked from dawn until dusk patching craters and reinforcing sections damaged by catapult stones. Yet the people moved with a new kind of pride, the kind that came from winning a real fight against a larger force.Ric walked the southern wall with his wives, the morning sun warming the stone beneath their feet. The battlefield below had been cleared, but the scars remained: blackened earth, broken ladders half-buried in the grass, and a few distant ravens still circling.Ric understood this was the price of war, he knew what this really meant. In his previous life, when he was a general, he had won many battles, destroyed many terrifying forces but it also came to a price, as every man under him fell one by one and it was a bloody experience before he could finally become one of the most reputable and feared General i