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The Workshop of the Lost World

Kumar_Uchiha
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“I woke up in a ruined world — surrounded by relics of a civilization long gone. A forge cold and cracked, a forest full of beasts, and tools rusted beyond time. No magic. No gods. Just me, my hands, and a mind that refuses to die. This is the story of how I rebuilt a forgotten world — one spark, one invention, one heartbeat at a time.”
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Chapter 1 - Chapter 1 – The Hum and the Silence

The last thing I remember was the hum.

It wasn't even loud — just a low vibration that crawled into my bones, like the whole room was inhaling. I remember the blue light, the heat, the smell of metal burning without fire. Then came the dizziness, the cough, the taste of iron, the realization — oh, I screwed up.

I'm dead. That was my last thought before the flash.

Then, silence.

When I opened my eyes, the world wasn't white. It was brown. Old, cracked wood above me. Dust floating in a slow beam of sunlight cutting through the air. My ears were ringing, my chest felt tight, and my skin — my skin wasn't burned. I sat up fast, half expecting the pain to catch up to me. It didn't.

My hands looked normal. I could move my fingers. I could feel the rough floorboards under me.

"Okay," I whispered to no one. "Either I didn't die, or this is one weird afterimage."

I pressed my thumb into my forearm. It hurt.

"Not a dream."

I got up slowly. The place around me looked like an old workshop — or what was left of one. Tools scattered everywhere, some half-buried under dust, others rusted into solid shapes. There was a forge, cold and dead. Walls eaten by moss. A hammer lying near my foot, its handle cracked but usable.

None of this made sense.

I checked myself again — no clothes, no burns, no blood. Just me.

No lab. No lights. No reactor. Just… wood, iron, and silence.

"Did someone kidnap me?" I muttered, though it sounded ridiculous even as I said it. No one kidnaps a half-melted corpse out of a nuclear blast.

My brain kicked into autopilot — observe, analyze, deduce. The air was humid. Smelled of trees, soil, iron oxide. Not filtered. Not city air. Gravity felt normal, about 9.8, maybe. My breathing was steady. No signs of reduced oxygen. Temperature around twenty-something Celsius.

So, Earth-like.

I walked to the door, pushed it open, and light poured in. For a second, I forgot to breathe.

A forest — dense, endless, alive. Towering trees I didn't recognize. Vines thick as arms. Birds, but not the kind I knew — one had four wings, another made a clicking sound instead of a chirp. Everything looked prehistoric, oversized, real.

"Okay… definitely not home."

I stepped outside. The ground was soft, damp. There were no roads, no power lines, no sound of engines or people. Just wind and distant animal calls.

If this was a dream, it was the most consistent one I'd ever had.

I went back inside, shut the door, sat down in a corner, and started thinking. Hard.

"Let's assume I died. That's confirmed. Radiation, meltdown, full exposure — zero chance of survival. So this—" I waved a hand vaguely at the decaying walls "—this can't be Earth as I knew it. Maybe another region? Another time?"

I stared at the forge again. The tools. The craftsmanship. Primitive, but not stone age.

"Iron age… maybe early steel work. Which means civilization. Somewhere."

That gave me a strange comfort — people exist. Or existed.

I leaned back against the cold wall, exhaled, and laughed under my breath.

"Alright," I said. "If this is where I start again, then fine. I'll rebuild everything."

Outside, something roared. Deep. Distant.

The kind of roar that doesn't belong to any animal I know.

I froze. My heartbeat slowed, not from fear, but calculation.

New world. Unknown ecosystem. No tools. No data.

Step one: survive.

Step two: learn.

Step three: innovate.