An Engineer in a New World

Joseph B. Konrad

Description

In this exciting tale, an engineer who finds himself an unknown world must step into a new identity and become braver than he ever imagined.
An engineer from the future suffers a fatal accident
just when an otherworldly prince dies, and the fate
of two souls becomes entwined due to a mistake of
the universe. Jacob Taylor finds himself on a demon-infested
battlefield as Matrios Hritan. He must fight through dozens
of physical and mental trials to survive and succeed in a world
plagued by intrigue and magical creatures. There are many never
seen obstacles in his path, but no fewer loyal friends to rely on
along the way.
The story tells the adventure of an engineer in unknown world
where the thinking mind has just been discovered. Will a skilled
mechanic be able to cope with his ancient enemy, the bureaucracy,
and carry out his plan, or will he merely survive as the descendant
of a great noble in a world of intrigue, while facing new enemies
and his old demons? The two souls may not be as different as
Jacob first thought. The struggle of a truly broken but soaring
mind in a world of foolishness and hatred, new times are coming
and with them, new challenges to face.
In this exciting tale, an engineer who finds himself in an unknown world,
where he must take on a new identity, and rely only on his intelligence to survive.

Sujets

• Isekai
• Magic: el encuentro
• Celtic Otherworld
• Adventure
• Magic
• Intrigue
• Fiction
• Action

Informations

• Publié par: AuthorHouse UK
• Date de parution: 10 octobre 2022
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781728375670
• Langue: English

Extrait

An Engineer in a New World

BEAUTIFUL HORIZON





JOSEPH B. KONRAD








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Published by AuthorHouse 09/28/2022

ISBN: 978-1-7283-7568-7 (sc)
ISBN: 978-1-7283-7569-4 (hc)
ISBN: 978-1-7283-7567-0 (e)






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Contents
Preface
Acknowledgements
Prologue

Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16



Preface
This book came to exist because when I played online fantasy games back in the day on my father’s old, yellowish-white computer. As an eight-year-old sitting in front of the CRT monitor, I was astonished at the way a different world could look. A whole new world awaited for me to discover. I wanted to see every corner of it, even if for just a day I wanted to walk the roads, fight the bandits, drink in the taverns. I wanted to be my character, to live in that wonderful and magical world.
I was always intrigued by the sense of wonder and amazement I felt as I looked at something stupendous. Even as I grew up, this childish passion never left my heart! As an engineer, I felt this same amazement whenever I made a technical drawing. That was a ceremony for me.
Whenever I read a book that described a different world in which the protagonist seemed omnipotent—one who knew everything and made drawings in a nanosecond that would take me a whole week—I was not satisfied. I wanted a story in which the world did not orbit around the hero; instead, I wanted to read about a hero who was just a small asteroid among the planets. I wanted to read about a world that reacted to a protagonist who was trying to fit into a perfectly composed chaos. I wanted to see through his eyes what the immaculate horizon would look like for the first time.



Acknowledgements
My good friend Mark helped me to achieve the type of protagonist and the type of world that I had dreamed of. He offered supportive words and pointed out illogical events in the script! Thank you, Mark!
And I cannot forget my mom and my dad, who supported me not only during the writing of this book, but during my entire life! And to tell the truth, if my mother had not encouraged me and forced me to focus on my writing, this book would have remained in the drawer. I love you two! Thank you, Mom, for your supportive words! And, Dad, I hope you will like my story!



Prologue
In the land of Hritandia, magic and magical creatures had always been common, and the largest of the magic-using races was still the human empire, which had a short but rich history and occupied almost the entire main continent.
The kingdoms of the dwarves were relegated to their island, an impregnable fortress surrounded on all sides by a roaring sea. Deep caverns on the island remained unexplored by warlike humanity.
The most ancient race in memory was that of the elves, who dwelled in a dual kingdom. Their northern domain only remained from the once magnificent holy city, hanging in fairy-tale splendour between the crown of jungle trees and the southern continent’s hinterland in the midst of the elven wilderness of dazzling and enchanting Nilh’dorey.
The great peace the triumvirate—human, dwarf, and elf–had forged for themselves had been shattered by the fierce attack of the demon king and his horde. They had burrowed deep, biting into the realms of man and elf, and then marched on to increase their fearsome dominion and burn the elven holy city of the north. Kingdoms that remained in the hinterland, as well as the other human city-states, sent aid to the Hritan kingdom trapped in the front line, and with the help of this and the protection of the Bowed Mountain, the exhausted army succeeded in bringing the fierce offensive to a halt, though at a cost that was both enormous and agonising. With the destruction of the holy city and the burning of the gigantic rainforests, the remaining elves were forced to flee to the human kingdoms where their captors either enslaved them or exiled them to crowded slums. Few were able to make it to the friendly republic or the southern forests. The war had reached a stalemate, the mountain walls proved strong and unclimbable, the impeding Rodden River’s current swept away anything that relied on the mighty river’s power, and so the demonic hordes were held back by natural barriers. However, all it would take was one mistake, one bad strategy. If the evil creatures were to fight their way through the stones, the bloodthirsty war machine that could crush the world would be set in motion once again.
A curious coincidence was unfolding. A simple man—an engineer—was locked in his office and surrounded by his machines unaware of the hell of the bottomless battles that ravaged that other world. Jacob Taylor, a mere engineer inside a mega corporation, spent most of his days doing nothing but servicing the company’s machines.
Jacob tightened the locking screw inside the machine’s casing with a wrench. Half his body was soaked in grease and oil. A huge sigh escaped his lips. He clambered out of the contraption and pushed back the small door. His face was reflected in the shiny metal surface, and it gleamed back at him.
He was tired, but not in a sleepy sort of way; rather, a kind of inward, cold fatigue filled his head, and with each heartbeat it expanded further and further. He looked at himself, his upper body besmirched with oil and dusty dirt. He wiped his baggy eyes and stroked his untidy face. His stubble had grown into a beard. He glanced at the scar, a raised reddish line that ran along the back of his hand, and he remembered the moment he’d received it. Now he didn’t even understand why he thought he had been destined to become a military engineer right before the war. It had not been the wisest choice. But that was in the past. He tried to soothe himself with this thought every night as he lay in his bed and tried to control his racing heart.
He clenched his hands into fists and then shook them out before he gathered together his discarded tools and piled them into his toolbox. As he finished, he heard the long-awaited whistle. The day’s work was over; now he could spend some time elsewhere. He stood up and looked down at his clothes. The black cotton glistened with the yellow oil. He sighed heavily as he threw the toolbox onto his trolley and started out of the engine room.
It took him half an hour to leave the factory floor, and he headed to a changing room just beyond a door at the end of the corridor. By then it was empty; none of his colleagues was present. Stumbling, lonely in the dim light, he reached his own locker, opened the biometric lock, took out his change of clothes, and covered his hair with a towel so as not to smear it when he removed his filthy clothes.
As he took off his scruffy, metal-grated shirt, a man came through the door. “Taylor.”
“Vincent.”
“How come you’re still here?”
“I’m always the last to leave.” Taylor replied in a monotone tone.
“I know, but I was just about to close up.”
“I’ll be ready in ten minutes.”
“Come on, man. I’ve got a family waiting for me at home.”
Jacob just shot an angry look in the man’s direction but didn’t say anything.
“I didn’t mean …. Just hurry up so we can go.” Vincent sighed in frustration.
“Okay.” Jacob nodded and stepped into the shower.
The lukewarm water arrived through many tiny holes with great pressure and began slaking the excess grease from the man’s skin.
“Are you ready?” Vincent asked. He sounded bored.
“Yes. I’ll walk out with my dick in my hand, shall I?” Jacob replied cynically.
“As if anyone would watch.” Vincent snorted.
“My wound opened again.”
“I told you last time not to use the company soap.” He sighed.
“I ran out of mine yesterday.” Jacob winced in pain. “I keep forgetting how shitty this stuff is.” He hissed again as he scratched his skin.
“It’ll be better tomorrow. It’s made of one of the fat of one of the creatures—some really cheap and shitty thing.” Vincent explained.
“Yes, I know, but I’ll be itchy all night.”
“Do you want to come—”
“What?”
“Never mind. Get dressed so I can close up,” instructed Vincent.
Jacob got dressed and put on a black cloak made of thick plastic. It felt to him as if he’d just wrapped himself in a bag.
“Is it raining again?” asked Jacob.
“Almost every day here.”
“Then it’s the front again.”
“It’s better than where I was two years ago. There’s nothing but dryness on the other side.”
“You call it the other side when it’s just the fourth block of the factory.”
“Yes, I always forget it.” Vincent laughed “I’ve hardly got