I'm the King Of Technology



Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The waves swished against the massive ship, hastily rising and falling as each wave rolled in strong and bold. 

Though dangerous, it was a sensational work of art to capture. 

The waves were angry, the air was filled with a salty taste, and the skies were dark and dull. 

Yet, the many guests above the ship stared wide-eyed in wonder when seeing the scene before them. 

"Old Lucius, are we there?" the impatient Gordon asked impatiently when seeing the sight grow larger and larger. 

Everyone was restless holding the balcony rails and clenching hard with every ounce of strength in their bodies. 

Over the past few days, the many features aboard the ship have truly opened their eyes to what technology was. 

However, they knew this was just a mini-paradise, the tip of the Iceberg of what awaited them in Baymard. 

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"Good heavens! Someone pinch me, I must be dreaming."

One of the chosen Oma teachers exclaimed.

"This... This... Just how did they do it? How can their harbor and docks be so beautiful? And how did they get it built so far out into the waters?"

"Amazing! If I didn't see it for myself, I would've never thought it possible."

Don't blame them for exclaiming. 

Like tentacle claws, the docks not only stretched far toward the ocean but also occupied a vast amount of land along the shores. 

Even within the visitor docking zones, there were different categories, some for merchants, some for tourists and so on.

The docks took over 80% of the shorelines within the district.

It was grand yet very organized. And as the ships closed in on the harbor, everyone's eyeballs popped out and their lips quivered slightly from the overwhelming sight. 

Many who had other professions like builders and carpenters, almost felt like slapping themselves in the face to make sure it wasn't a dream. 

Timothy placed his trembling hands on Landon's back, with his lips saying nothing, yet his eyes had told of his true feelings.

"Nephew, I haven't even gone in and your empire has already impressed me from afar."

Very quickly, a small Coastal boat speeded its way, shocking everyone silly.

F***!

They initially thought the speed of this military ship was already insane. But who would've known Baymard also had ships and boats that ran so fast that it seemed they never touched the water's surface? 

(*0*)

Awesome!

The sounds of the boats felt like music in their ears, as they listened to the smooth engine noises that just made sense. 

Vrmmm!

The boats were not headed for them but doing their regular routine patrol along Baymard's waters. 

Any suspicious guests would be reported before they could say 'Nickel.'

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Very quickly, the ship docked right on schedule and many wish they could develop wings and fly out. 

The ship docked in a military zone in the district meant for releasing saved passengers, guests, and whatnot. 

"Welcome esteemed guests. Welcome to Baymard! Pleased right this way for Check-in."

Standing before them was a beautiful Baymardian Harbor guide with a classy but elegant attire. 

The woman wore a dark shirt, a blue V-neck cardigan, black pants, a black blazer, and a good pair of stylish working boats to deal with the rain. 

Her hair was tied in a ponytail and her name tag was highlighted with a gold background. 

Lydia was the name on the tag. I think you should take a look at

Everyone had to admit she looked good, and her professionalism made everyone respect her more.

Hey... why is it that these Baymardians are not like others who would grovel on their feet to please them? 

From the most insignificant person to the highest, it seems these Baymardians had the courage and a bold sense of pride in them. 

They won't cause trouble, but they won't also stand by to get bullied. 

Timothy massaged his chin, appreciating all he observed.

Hey... they were just like their Omanian people. 

"Please, take in any of the carts and we will arrive momentarily."

Oh? 

What sort of carriage is this? 

Everyone stared at it with utmost curiosity. 

People in modern times might recognize the vehicles to be airport passenger carrier vehicles that could take passengers from the ground floor to the coastal port entrance when they arrive via small planes. 

It was like a golf cart, though it had been elongated to a limousine version of it with multiple carts attached to one another.

Of course for VIPs or esteemed guests such as themselves, the go-karts used were more sleek and luxurious, taking in every aspect of comfort even if it's just for a short while. 

"What about our bags?"

"Don't worry about them, they'll get to the palace before we do," Landon assured. 

Ohhh~

Many answered back like tourists seeing some safari sights for the first time.

From time to time they would say: Ohhhh~ or Ahhh~ to the littlest thing. 

Soon, it didn't take long before they found themselves standing before an enormous giant port building made of glass!New chapters are published on novelenglish.net . fire(.)nᴇt

Once again, many wished to slap their former slaves for thinking glass was a rare thing. 

Lying trough. 

Don't you see that these Baymardians were obviously using glass-like natural spring water?

So who was it that told them that glass was scarce? 

Before, he bragged about his collection of broken shard glass pieces on his drunken nights, making many envy him to death. 

Thinking of the dark greenish broken shards of glass he bought for thousands and thousands of gold coins several years back, Timothy wished the floor would open up and eat him now. 

So embarrassing!

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Timothy swore to never mention the matter again.

If someone should mention it, don't blame him for using his fists against them. 

Hmph!

Who asked them to make fun of him behind his back? 

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The building was indeed a beauty, with the name 'Coastal Port' at its center, as well as a recognizable Baymardian and UN flag flying around the building.

~Shoop!

The doors opened on their own and everyone gasped in silence, jumping back like cats dunked in water. 

What's going on here? How can it just open on its own? 

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