The Rise Of A Porter

The workshop inside the Alpha base was constructed nearly an three years ago, but due to unavailability of a creationist with exceptional abilities, the production inside the workshop never flourished.

Any and every creationists to ever step into the workshop could never completely even a minuscule task. Although no creationist ever mentioned the reason as to why they couldn't work there, a rumour soon spread around the base regarding the workshop.

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According to the rumour, since the walls of the forge were made of concrete containing bones and flesh of monsters, the walls emanated a ridiculous amount of negative aura inside the workshop, making it too stressful to work inside and whenever a creationist tried to work there, this aura latched itself to their bodies suddenly making them feel unwell and in the end the creationist had to give up and couldn't do a thing.

Due to this reason, the occupants of the Alpha base named the workshop as Isle of Avalon, they named it after Avalon, the place where King Arthur's legendary sword, The Excalibur was forged. They said that just like the Excalibur, the forge was waiting for its true owner to show up and conquer it's hammer and anvil.

This was the reason, when Arnold lit up the forge for the first time in over a year, a crowd of soldiers soon gathered around the workshop to witness the new challenger. They, who thought the rumours about the workshop was true, peeked through the windows. They were expecting Arnold to give up like the others did. But to their surprise, a shirtless person was hammering a bright red sheet of metal, slowly shaping it up.

"Was it all actually a rumour?" One of the male privates mumbled after he saw how easily Arnold was working inside the workshop.

"I don't think so. If it actually was a rumour, why would the others, who came before him quit then?" Another male private replied. "One things for sure. That guy actually knows what he's doing."

Even though many were now doubting the legitimacy of the rumours, the rumours were actually true.

A mysterious aura did surround the workshop, making it nearly impossible for any ordinary creationist to work there. But Arnold wasn't an ordinary creationist. This aura was nothing in front of the aura of Satina. Her aura was at least a thousand, no, a hundred thousand time worse than the aura present inside the workshop. To Arnold, who had experienced the power of Satina's aura first hand, this weird aura was even less bothersome that the heat generated from the forge.

"What the heck are those things?" One of the male Privates mumbled, "Are those robots?"

"That guy has his own workforce! I've seen a lot of robots but I've never seen anything like those before!"

"Damn that man is really a professional... and well built and he has long hairs!!! Oh god he's just my type!" A female private exclaimed.

"Don't get a nosebleed here, princess. Huhu." One of the other female privates mocked her colleague.

While they were all admiring the scene in front of them, Talos informed Arnold about the presence of the strangers.

"Leave them be. It's not like they are bothering me anyways." Arnold said and placed the large hammer on the side before continuing, "Alright everyone, listen up. Early preparations for manufacturing of the guns has been completed. Everyone, check whether you have the blueprint of the [DETRACTOR] in your database or not. If you don't have it, then link up with Talos he'll provide it to you."

While Arnold was in Brazil, together with Talos he had made a way for the automatons to communicate with each other and transfer data amount themselves. He did it to ensure that no one would be able to hack into them... even if it was possible. This mode of communication was exclusive to the automatons, hence providing further security.

After all of them had the blueprint, Arnold spoke up once again, "Everyone has the blueprint? Good. Now T2 to T15 you guys are in-charge of making the different components of the guns, magazines, barrels, triggers, everything."

"Yes, master!" The above mentioned automatons went straight to work.

"T16 to T35, you guys are on Assembling duty."

"As your wish, master!"

"Guns without bullets won't do us any good. Talos, you'll lead the others and make a variety of bullets. I don't care what material you use but it should be cost efficient as well as effective against the monsters. Got it?"

"Yes, master. I won't disappoint you." Talos replied and went to work.

All the fireplaces in the forge simultaneously lit up once again and Arnold's automatons got busy with the works that had been assigned to them.

"Now that, that's been taken care of, I can finally try to upgrade my gear. But first..." He glanced towards the privates who were watching the automatons like five year old kids through the narrow glass windows.

Arnold felt like he shouldn't reveal or upgrade his gears in front of them. He had to get rid of them, which was something he could do easily. While the privates were fixated upon the automatons, Arnold quickly slipped out of the workshop and moved towards the crowd.

"Ahm." Arnold loudly cleared his throat once he reached them.

The privates got startled by Arnold's sudden appearance in front of them.

"Enjoying the show, soldiers?" Arnold looked at the faces of all of the fifteen to twenty soldiers. Few of the female soldiers looked like they were a little flustered while the male soldiers were full of admiration towards him.

"N-No... I meant... Yes s-sir. The way you work is very... unique." The female private from earlier answered Arnold. She was clearly under the influence of Arnold's charm stat, just like the others.

"I don't think I've been given a rank yet, so y'all don't need to address me as sir and stuff. The name's Arnold. You can use that." Arnold smiled at the soldiers before continuing, "As much as I'd like your company, I'm afraid it'll be a problem for me to let you guys in on the blueprint of my weapons. After all, if someone leaks it or tries to replicate it, then the results could be... bad. So unfortunately, I'll have to ask you guys to leave."

"Don't worry sir- I meant, Arnold. We won't be bothering you anymore." A guy standing in the back answered for the rest of his team as they lined up as a file before marching forward.

'I don't know why, but that guy seems troublesome...' Arnold thought, 'I hope I'm wrong, but considering that my hunches are almost always on the mark, I wouldn't be surprised if that guy messes up sometime. Well, I didn't want to but looks like I'll have to do some digging around.'