I, transformed into a vampire girl, sparked the Industrial Revolution.

Chapter 318 Comrades Workers

Heatwaves spread throughout the factory, with heat treatment equipment and stamping machines roaring and engulfing the entire building.

This is the Portland Industrial District, the industrial heart of the West. Here, countless steels are forged by workers into human creations. Lockheed Corporation, since the Civil War, has used administrative and capital power to acquire local industries, ultimately forging a monopolistic industrial giant.

The aluminum alloy was delivered and gradually transformed in industrial machinery into the receiver, barrel, stock, gas tube, and bolt of the M177 automatic rifle. After surface treatment, they were assembled into a killing weapon.

Whispers rippled through the production line as workers looked around. Amidst the foreman's roars and the whirring of the machines, thoughts drifted in the shadows.

"Damn it, hurry up, you scoundrel!"

The foreman started beating people again. After the Portland Industrial Area was effectively under Lockheed's control, the company started to act like a rogue. Since all the factories came from the same company, they could do whatever they wanted.

The young worker was beaten black and blue by fists and sticks, simply because he had been working for 12 hours and was so exhausted that he could no longer hold the forging.

"You're finished, kid. I'm going to dock all your wages for this month. Do you know whose stuff you have? You wait, the army will be here to deal with you soon!"

The young worker, frightened by the foreman, shed tears, but tears had no effect here. The sticks rained down on him until he was on the verge of death.

"Damn it, if you're not dead, get up and keep working!"

Seemingly relieved, the foreman stopped, and two workers lifted him up. In the midst of the Civil War, for a boy his age, no job meant no survival. The United States was not America across the river; it did not have such a welfare system. Both the United States and the current Republic of California were the same.

"Child, child, wake up, don't sleep..."

The workers lifted him up. They knew, they all knew, that in this industrial pearl of the East, in these thousands of factories, what flowed was the blood and sweat of these unfortunate people.

The workers took this opportunity to move closer to them, separating the foreman and the young man. Anger was burning. Two workers gently patted his wound. It hurt, it hurt a lot, but they knew that if he fell, there would be no tomorrow.

The thin hands moved instinctively. Four hands held a forging piece; the two in the middle were thin and trembling, while the two on the sides were large and powerful. The workers worked hard until the whistle sounded.

The young workers were in so much pain they couldn't sleep, and the foreman's beatings showed no mercy. Portland's skyscrapers still gleamed, but the workers' sheds by the ditch stood there.

"His injury isn't fatal, but it will make him suffer for a long time... Sir, comrade, he's still young. His parents have abandoned him, his sister is missing, and now this has happened."

Foster stood there, looking at the young man on the bed, with a dark elf woman standing beside him.

“We workers can suffer, but look, even such young children… Secretary Foster, when will we be able to…? Didn’t the organization say…?”

An older worker asked, talking about the child's background, his experience was very "ordinary", but this "ordinariness" was the greatest misfortune.

"It'll be soon, it'll be soon, comrade. The darkness before dawn is the longest..."

Raphis touched the child, and she thought of those ten years when she had thought a lot in front of the sleeping Alice, and she had made a decision for Alice.

The Dark Elves are the darlings of nature. Even as industry engulfs the land, their natural essence remains unchanged. She took a metal rod from her pocket.

Staffs come in many forms. Before the establishment of Amelancy, staffs were made of fine wood, and a well-preserved staff was often a symbol of a magician.

However, advancements in engineering, materials science, and even magic have given magicians a wider range of choices. Although the pace of development in natural science has not kept pace with the progress of magic, it has still brought about some changes.

She chanted the incantation, and magic vibrated. Ancient elven magic contained a considerable section describing magical healing techniques, but this part of the text had been buried by time.

It wasn't until she finally had time to go home that, ten years later, she revisited her home in Seris and found the magical tome in the bookshelf.

She murmured, magic flowing within her. Magical healing is one of the most complex forms of magic in the world, an ancient art developed by scholars of human anatomy.

Users must be proficient in the anatomy of the bodies of various races in order to avoid creating strange structures within the bodies of those being used.

The magic shimmered gently, rebuilding the body's internal structure through words, accelerating tissue regeneration, and suppressing the nerve responses caused by pain.

The young man felt a warmth, and then the pain lessened.

"My magic won't completely heal you; it can only treat some minor injuries, but it will make you feel better."

The development of magical healing techniques was extremely difficult. A master devoted his entire life to it, and only then did he eventually develop the ability to treat superficial wounds to the point where he could treat muscle injuries.

Not to mention epidemics caused by bacteria and viruses, the development of modern medicine has made it possible to treat these injuries at a lower cost. Prontosil, sulfonamides, opioids, and penicillin can treat far more diseases than magical healing techniques.

But Rafis knew that the potential of magic was not limited to this; the first "human" in this world was once created by Raffarin Law using magic.

"Thank you, miss. May I ask who you are?"

“Rafis Yao, I am the coordinator sent by the organization.”

"So you're one of our comrades?"

Hearing the older worker say this, Rafis smiled and said, "Yes, yes."

Upon hearing this, the other workers looked at her differently; their gazes shifted to that of comrades, signifying that she was accepted by the group.

"Comrade Rafis, I hope you don't mind our environment here..."

"No, no, how could I mind? I've lived in far worse places. I participated in the westward expedition, followed our revolutionary troops across the plains of Colombia, and I've slept in the snow. So, none of this matters."

The dark elf's hands were covered in calluses, and the workers noticed a long scar on her arm.

"We will soon no longer need to endure, comrades. Today, Comrade Rafis and I are here because we are about to erupt."