Innova8

Ethan, a man from the modern world, awakens in a medieval land ruled by swords and magic. With no powers of his own, he refuses to be just another commoner. Instead, he wields the greatest weapon of all—knowledge.

From the forge to the fields, he introduces steel stronger than any sword, machines that change farming forever, and ideas that shake the foundations of power. But progress breeds enemies. Nobles and warlords fear his influence, and ancient forces stir as the world resists change.

With allies by his side and rivals in his path, Ethan embarks on a journey to revolutionize an entire world—one invention at a time.

But in a realm where power is dictated by strength, can one man’s knowledge reshape destiny?

Empire of Innovation

Ethan rode in silence, the steady clatter of hooves filling the evening air. The baron's messenger had provided a horse, a sign that this was no casual meeting. Ronan's warnings echoed in his mind—nobles didn't like disruptions. And Ethan? He was nothing but one giant disruption.

The estate of Baron Aldric loomed in the distance, a sprawling stone manor perched atop a hill. Torches flickered along its walls as guards in polished armor watched his approach. Ethan kept his expression neutral as he dismounted, allowing the steward to lead him inside.

The baron's study was lined with books—something Ethan didn't expect. Aldric himself sat behind a grand wooden desk, dressed in fine but practical clothing. He wasn't some soft noble drowning in luxury. His sharp gaze studied Ethan like a merchant appraising goods.

"You are the blacksmith's apprentice with the miracle forge," Aldric said, fingers tapping against the desk.

Ethan inclined his head slightly. "I've improved the forge, yes."

Aldric smiled faintly. "Modest. I like that. Tell me, Ethan—do you understand what you've done?"

Ethan kept his expression unreadable. "I've made forging more efficient."

"You've upset the balance." The baron leaned forward. "Word spreads quickly. Smiths from other villages whisper about you. Merchants wonder if you can give them an edge. But most importantly—my rivals are listening."

Ethan's muscles tensed. "And you?"

Aldric chuckled. "I am not a fool who fears progress. I see opportunity." He gestured toward a stack of parchment. "I want you to craft weapons for my men. Swords, spears, armor—better than anything my rivals have. Do this, and you'll have my protection… and resources beyond your imagination."

Ethan hesitated. This was a turning point. Aligning with Aldric could give him influence, but it would also place a target on his back.

"If I refuse?" Ethan asked carefully.

Aldric's expression didn't change, but the weight in the room shifted. "You're an intelligent man. You know how these things go. If you don't work for me, others will come. And not all will be so generous."

Ethan's mind raced. He couldn't afford to be trapped under a noble's thumb, but he also couldn't afford to make an enemy out of Aldric—not yet.

"I'll need supplies, workers, and time," Ethan said. "If you want the best, I need the tools to make them."

Aldric smiled. "Now we're speaking the same language."

Ethan had bought himself some room to maneuver. But as he left the estate, he knew one thing for certain—his innovations had drawn him into a game far more dangerous than he'd expected.

And if he wasn't careful, he wouldn't survive it.

Chapter 5: The Baron’s Demand