Chapter 183 — Workshops of the New Dawn
S.C. 1512 — Next Day
Hidden Island — Shipyard Zone
The fog machines hummed softly, spreading a thin layer of harmless mist across the coastline. Sunlight broke through in bright beams, revealing the now-complete dry dock gates standing proudly against the waves.
Ren arrived early, Zemo trotting beside him with alert ears.
Because today, an even bigger step was beginning:
The construction of the shipyard workshops.
No ship could be built—or repaired—without them.
Metal workshop
Wood-cutting workshop
Rope & cloth station
Foundry extension
Carpenter hall
Tool storage
Sail-weaving shed
All of them were necessary.
All of them needed to be built from scratch.
Ren took a deep breath, inhaling the salty morning breeze.
"Let's start the new foundations."
Zemo barked sharply, tail raised high.
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1. Surveying the Ground
Leo, Bram, Kiro, and nearly fifty workers gathered at the shipyard.
Bram stretched his arms. "Another long day, huh?"
Leo grinned. "At least there's no landslide today."
Kiro pointed at Ren. "We follow the plan?"
Ren nodded.
He knelt near the leveled earth, touching the soil.
His brain instantly calculated:
soil density
moisture levels
structural pressure distribution
ideal distance between workshops
wind direction for smoke and fumes
He stood.
"We build the metal workshop here," Ren said, pointing to the left side.
"It needs distance from sawdust and cloth."
Leo nodded. "To avoid fire spreading."
Ren continued.
"The wood workshop goes here… rope and cloth over there… and the tool shed beside the crane."
He traced lines in the soil using a stick.
Workers leaned closer to memorize the layout.
Bram snorted.
"You've already designed half a village in your head."
Ren didn't deny it.
Instead, he drew a final square.
"This will be the central workshop."
Kiro blinked.
"What for?"
Ren answered calmly.
"For everything we haven't invented yet."
Zemo wagged his tail.
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2. The First Workshop Frame
Ren assigned the first 20 men to mark the foundation.
Leo oversaw measurement.
Bram handled the heavy beams.
Kiro watched alignment with sharp eyes.
Ren supervised quietly, intervening only when necessary.
They laid down the Titan Wood beams first.
Men struggled pulling the thick logs—twice the strength of ordinary timber, hardened like stone yet still workable.
"Bram, pivot the beam—forty degrees inward."
Bram grunted and turned the wood with two men assisting.
Kiro checked the alignment.
"Leo, your side is off by an inch."
Ren stepped forward.
He placed his hand on the beam—
And gently nudged it with a small burst of telekinesis.
The heavy Titan Wood shifted perfectly into place.
Leo stared.
"…I'll never get used to that."
Ren ignored the comment.
"Next beam."
Within an hour, the first workshop frame stood upright—massive, stable, durable enough to withstand decades of use.
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3. Workers Feel the Change
As the structure grew, refugees began talking among themselves.
"This island… it's becoming a real place now."
"We have work. Food. And a future."
"I never thought I'd build something like this."
Ren overheard everything.
Their hope wasn't a distraction.
It was fuel.
He turned slightly.
"Focus on tightening the joints. These workshops must last."
The workers laughed lightly.
But they worked harder.
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4. The Roof and Walls
Ren handed out alloy plates for reinforcement.
"These go on the corners. They stop the building from shaking during storms."
Bram hammered them in place.
Leo began raising the roof supports.
Kiro supervised the rope pulleys.
Ren examined every joint through small bursts of telekinesis—checking tension, wood compression, and pressure distribution.
Zemo circled the work area, occasionally stealing scraps of cloth and sprinting away.
Makino arrived midmorning with baskets full of rice balls, dried fish, and soup for the workers.
She stared at the rising workshop structure, eyes wide.
"You finished the frame already?"
Bram wiped sweat.
"With this many hands and Ren's plans? Easy."
Makino's gaze softened.
"This island... is becoming something extraordinary."
Ren didn't respond directly.
He simply tightened another bolt.
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5. The First Workshop Stands
By afternoon, the final plank was placed.
The first shipyard workshop was complete.
Long, sturdy, and functional.
Bram clapped Leo's shoulder.
"We built a real workshop, huh?"
Leo grinned.
"Feels good."
Kiro adjusted his bandana.
"We're not done. We build the next one."
Ren stood at the doorway, eyes scanning the interior.
Dust still settled from the roof.
Light streamed through the windows.
Space lay open—waiting for tools, machines, furnaces, and craftspeople.
He nodded quietly.
"It's good."
Zemo barked happily, dashing inside and sliding across the floorboards.
Workers laughed.
Makino smiled.
Leo asked, "Boss, which one next?"
Ren pointed toward the right.
"The metal workshop. After that, rope and cloth. Then the central workspace."
"Understood!"
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6. Evening — The Island's New Pulse
Ren walked back toward the cliffs, the workshop towering behind him.
Workers still lingered, admiring it.
Talking about it.
Dreaming about what it meant.
Makino approached quietly.
"You know… people feel safe here now."
Ren didn't look away from the sea.
"That's the goal."
Makino folded her arms.
"And they feel… grateful to you."
Ren didn't respond.
Zemo nudged his leg, sensing the moment.
Makino gave a soft smile.
"Goodnight, Ren."
He finally nodded.
"Goodnight."
The first workshop stood tall against the night sky.
Tomorrow, the next one would rise.
And the island would continue to transform—one structure, one innovation, one dream at a time.
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End of Chapter 183