Building A Business Empire From Scratch In Another World-Chapter 196 : Arcane Whirlpool

The conference chamber, with its imposing obsidian walls, still buzzed with the electric energy of heated debate.

The masters had narrowly survived the shocking revelations from the Frostborne Vault,half of them muttering like seasoned warriors about "thermal differentials" and "mana bleed thresholds."

Master Ulric was caught in a moment of desperation, whispering complex formulae into his tea as if reciting last rites.

The air was thick with the scents of ozone, damp ink, and Keldrin's herbal calming tea, though judging by his twitching hands, it wasn't having much effect.

Nixie slumped across the table, her cheek pressed against the cool stone.

Her voice came out muffled but dramatic.

"If someone utters 'harmonic distribution' again, I'm making a break for it through that window!"

Clair sat upright despite her ink-stained sleeves and hollow eyes,the telltale signs of someone who had spent three sleepless days transcribing technical arguments.

She leveled her quill at Felix like a dagger. "You're enjoying this way too much."

Felix's grin was unapologetic as he snapped open another parchment, letting it unfurl dramatically across the obsidian table.

"Gentlemen," he said with an exaggerated pause for effect, "behold! The Tideweave Spinner!"

The masters leaned forward in unison.

The blueprint showcased a sleek cylindrical drum cradled within an elegant housing adorned with etched silver lattice and crystalline braces.

Runes spiraled around its surface like whirlpools frozen in steel.

Drainage channels and glyph arrays danced across the parchment in breathtaking detail.

Silence hung in the air like a held breath.

Finally, Blacksmith Goran broke it with a rumble that echoed off the walls.

"Morningstar… is this really just a laundry device?"

Felix's smile widened mischievously. "Not just laundry! We're talking automated, mana-efficient, self-cleaning laundry."

Master Keldrin's monocle slipped from his face and plopped right into his tea,a fitting reaction to such innovation!

Jorvik, the wiry runesmith with ink-stained fingers, nearly leaped across the table in excitement.

His hands hovered inches above the blueprint as he exclaimed, "By the Towers… look at this sequence! This is a modified Aqua Pulse Glyph but inverted!"

Felix nodded enthusiastically. "Exactly! Traditional Aqua Pulses create blunt bursts of water; my inversion stabilizes it into a self-contained vortex within the drum,agitation without tearing!"

Torvin scratched his soot-caked beard thoughtfully. "So… you're saying it's basically a spinning wash basin?"

Felix tapped a secondary glyph cluster. "More than that. This is the Purification Matrix. It disassembles particulate filth at the molecular level, ejecting it through a sludge channel."

Nixie lifted her head, her curiosity piqued. "So it… eats dirt?"

Felix spread his hands wide, a playful grin on his face. "In a manner of speaking."

Clair's quill froze mid-air above her page, eyes widening in realization. "And the water?"

"Filtered and recycled mid-cycle," Felix explained enthusiastically. "The Spinner requires less than a tenth of the water of a public washhouse!"

Keldrin's hands trembled as he whispered in awe, "This… this could end communal wash pits."

Suddenly, the chamber erupted into a cacophony of voices,excitement and disbelief swirling together like leaves caught in a gust.

It was Goran who finally silenced them all with his booming voice cutting through the chaos like a knife.

"This drum!" His finger jabbed emphatically at the blueprint before him. "Void-tempered steel? That alloy costs more than an entire house!"

"Necessary," Felix replied without missing a beat. "Ordinary iron corrodes over time. Even silver etched with runes degrades after repeated exposure! Void-tempered steel is impervious to water and serves as an unparalleled mana conductor."

Ulric sputtered incredulously, "But the weight! A drum this size would crush its housing!"

Felix smirked confidently and traced the fine glyphs etched around the rim with his finger.

"Gravitic Reduction! The drum's mass is redistributed for ease of handling. When inactive, it weighs no more than a bucket; during operation, that reduction field disengages,otherwise, we'd have quite the mess on our hands!"

Nixie sat up suddenly, eyes sparkling with excitement. "So even I could lift it?"

"Yes," Felix admitted with an amused nod, "but don't."

"Why not?" she pressed.

"Because if you drop it while those reduction runes fail…"

He mimed an explosion dramatically with his hands. "Goodbye ceiling!"

Clair scribbled furiously in her notebook: "Do not let Nixie touch the spinny death drum."

Jorvik squinted at another section of the diagram, brow furrowed in confusion. "There's no compartment for soap."

Felix reached into his coat and produced a small vial filled with shimmering azure powder that glowed faintly like starlight trapped in dust.

"Tidebloom Essence! A detergent synthesized from powdered mana crystals infused with purifying agents,a pinch is enough for an entire load!"

**Keldrin held the vial with trembling reverence. "Crystalline powder? Infused?"

"Exactly!" Felix beamed, his excitement palpable.

"When it touches water, this essence releases a self-regulating lather that adapts to the fabric's density. Silks get a gentle touch, while armor padding receives a robust scrub."

Torvin grunted skeptically. "And what happens if someone uses too much of it?"

Felix tapped a rune etched near the drum's base. "No worries! The foam triggers a feedback rune that harmlessly vaporizes any excess."

Nixie's eyes sparkled with mischief. "So… no chance of flooding the house with bubbles?"

Felix sighed dramatically. "None at all."

She slumped back in disappointment. "Worst invention ever."

The debate escalated when speed became the hot topic. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

Goran slammed his palm against the table, frustration evident in his voice. "You can't just set one speed! Silks demand delicacy while linens need force!"

Felix remained calm, revealing another parchment: a control panel adorned with three glyph dials..."Gentle Weave," "Standard Tide," and "Tempest Spin."

Ulric paled at the last option. "Tempest Spin? That sounds like something you'd use in a siege!"

"For dense fabrics," Felix clarified confidently, gesturing toward examples like canvas and armor gambesons,even woven drakehide!

"Failsafes?" Torvin pressed.

"Absolutely integrated! The drum halts instantly if an imbalance exceeds its threshold."

Clair narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "And what if there are no failsafes?"

Felix coughed awkwardly. "…Let's just say the last prototype took a little stroll across the floor."

Nixie shot upright, her face lighting up with glee. "I want one that chases people!"

"No," Felix replied flatly, suppressing a smile.

Keldrin paced furiously, tea spilling from his cup as he spoke passionately.

"Think about it! Thousands of hours saved! Productivity unleashed! Women liberated from endless hand labor!"

Torvin scowled deeply. "And what becomes of the Washerwomen's Guild? Annihilated."

Jorvik countered enthusiastically, eyes shining bright like stars in the night sky.

"Not annihilated,transformed! They'll become machine-tenders and rune-maintainers! The Guild will evolve!"

Nixie raised her hand eagerly. "So... does this mean I never have to fold socks again?"

Felix smiled faintly but teasingly replied, "Folding is… for another invention."

Nixie groaned dramatically and slumped back down.

As the sun dipped low on the horizon, a heated debate unfolded, filling the air with passionate voices and fervent ideas.

Jorvik passionately argued that the drainage system needed triple layering for optimal efficiency, while Goran confidently countered that dual layers were more than sufficient.

Meanwhile, Ulric muttered complex equations under his breath until his tea boiled over in frustration.

Keldrin proposed a decree to ration Tidebloom Essence to prevent hoarding, but Torvin suggested taxing it like spirits instead. In a moment of levity, Nixie chimed in with an outrageous idea about snorting it for fun, only to earn horrified stares from her peers.

Clair pointed out that households desperately needed a bell system to signal chores, prompting Felix to remind her that the glyph dial already had hourglass calibration built-in.

She scribbled furiously in her notebook until her hand cramped from the effort.

By midnight, the floor was strewn with discarded scrolls and ink stains marred their sleeves; even the tea had devolved into sludge.

Finally, Master Keldrin rose from his seat, his eyes glistening with emotion as he placed a trembling hand on the parchment before him.

"Young Morningstar," he whispered reverently, "you have turned laundry into high art."

Torvin grunted but nodded in agreement. "Aye! Laundry that could bankrupt guilds."

Nixie tugged at Felix's sleeve and quipped, "Big bro, they're crying over soap bubbles!"

Clair groaned and buried her head in her hands.

"If this continues," she lamented, "Astheria will collapse… one household chore at a time."

Felix bowed slightly, satisfaction sparkling in his gaze as he took it all in.

When dawn broke over Astheria, the masters were still locked in animated debate,this time over spin speeds and soap alchemy and whether "Tempest Mode" should come with a warning glyph depicting a screaming chicken!

Nixie looked towards the door with an exaggerated sigh. "I'm leaving before someone invents a magic closet that dresses you!"

Clair clutched her fifth notebook tightly and whispered hoarsely: "Can we… though?"