Reborn In 17th century India with Black Technology

The curtain of snow, as if to cover all the ugliness in the world, engulfed the Balkans, wiping out the bloody traces of war.

However, sadly, the Tormenting battle is not over, not by a long shot. The Ottomans lost Transylvania, but they got a chance to lick their wounds with the cover of winter, while the Russians continued their stocking-up efforts so as to take on the Ottomans after the winter ends.

Anthony Padilla, who was among the first people to travel to the Bharatiya Empire through the Middle Eastern corridor, stood at the port of Mumbai, looking around at the extremely lively crowd in silence. The people before him looked like all the filth of the world had no effect on them, and he, who came after hearing about Transylvania, did not know what to make of it.

"Surprising isn't it?", a voice beside him asked. Anthony nodded, he really was surprised. Don't the Bharatiyas care what happened in Transylvania, is the death of hundreds of thousands of people in a single day not worth mentioning?

Matthew looked at Pedella, and sighed.

"Don't think too much, most of the people in the Bharatiya Empire do not know what happened in Transylvania, it is simply too far away from them, besides, even if they do know, what does it matter, it was not them who started the war in the first place, those sins are for the Russians and Ottomans alone to bear."

"The Bharatiyas act according to their own ideas, no one can control them or coerce them, they built their own road, they will walk on it themselves, no need to look at the faces of any other nation like a small principality."

He shrugged and patted Anthony's shoulders and motioned him to move forward.

"I have already said enough, this is your first time in the Bharatiya Empire, isn't it? Come, I will show you around, although I cannot promise that I have seen everything in the empire, I am at least a person who has travelled through many cities, and you are in luck, Mumbai is one of them."

Listening to the answer of his childhood friend he had not seen for nearly a decade, Anthony Padilla was left choked, unable to utter a word. In the end, he could only let out a turbulent breath and move forward.

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As Mr. Matthew said, no one can influence the Bharatiya Empire, and no one can stop its growth. Despite the horrific battle of Transylvania, which is now called the battle of the undead, it had no effect on the Bharatiya economy or the Bharatiyas.

The economy continued to do well, especially with the opening of ITIs. The first batch of graduates from ITI had already appeared, and success stories from the ITI began to commonly appear in various newspapers.

"Hello, my name is Raghav. I am an orphan. Most of my childhood was spent in a government-run orphanage. I completed my middle school there itself, but I had to drop out to join the workforce.

I worked as a construction worker for a long time. It was a good job, but it always left me feeling unfulfilled. I wanted to do much more, but sadly, my lack of education held me back from better opportunities.

Things changed when I joined an Industrial Training Institute near me. After graduating, I immediately received a job offer from Shetty Cement Company, to work as a kiln operator." Raghav said in an interview with Kannada Prabha, flashing a wide smile right after getting the job.

"My name is Sushmita. I'm a housewife, or at least, I was. Everything changed when my husband passed away. I was left alone to raise my only daughter.

Thankfully, I had no trouble managing our daily expenses, since I had bought several plots of land and rented them out. That income was enough for both of us to live on.

But something was missing. I felt empty like I was simply existing, not living. So, when I heard about the ITI, I signed up, almost ironically, and I passed.

And now, here I am, standing before you all, holding an offer letter from Bakshi Textiles. A job offer with a salary of over 500 Varaha a month, more than what my late husband used to earn," Sushmita declared with pride to Bangla Batha.

Stories like Raghav or Sushmita were not the only ones; there were so many stories like this that it has become difficult to cover them all. And the industrialists were extremely happy about the current situation.

With the importing the steam engine, although their productivity increased while simultaneously decreasing the need for basic labor, the need for skilled labor has increased, and in the Bharatiya Empire, basic labor can be found anywhere, but skilled labor, meaning people who are literate and can operate complex machinery with some autonomy, are quite unusual.

Thankfully, with the establishment of the industry training institutes across the nation, this void which was getting bigger and bigger slowly began to decrease in size, and all the industrial zones in the empire got to work, producing so many industrial goods in a few months that it completely dwarfed their previous year's production without the use of the steam engine.

The prices of many mass-produced goods began to fall rapidly, allowing even the aspirational class to experience what it felt like to live as the middle class, and the middle class, in turn, began to taste the lifestyle of the upper middle class.

As for the upper class and elite, their day-to-day lives didn't change much. The products they use are so exquisite and specialised that they are still beyond the reach of mass production. But while their lifestyles remained mostly the same, their wealth certainly didn't. Their fortunes grew, and their pockets became noticeably heavier.

This was hardly surprising, many among the upper and elite classes are where they are because of their deep involvement in high-level sectors of industry. And every industry, in one way or another, has been touched by the steam engine.

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Ghosh has been very happy recently, his aeronautics company was a big success, with a lot of rich people coming to tour the skies of Hampi. He realised that hot air balloon touring was a big gold mine that was yet to be explored, so he decisively opened another branch in Kakatiya Puri. He thought about opening more branches, but unfortunately, the requirements to operate the hot air balloon are very stringent.

There should not be heavy winds in the area, and the weather should be dry with as little humidity as possible. Most importantly, he could no longer be bothered, since as soon as the thought to expand the touring company came, he quickly crushed it like a bug, reminding himself of the original intention of forming the company.

Anyway, he no longer thought about expansion. As for the second branch in Kakatiya Puri, it was extremely successful as well.

Looking at his success, more companies reached out to him, especially the leading touring companies in the empire called Petrova and Turing, ordering several hot air balloons at once.

Ghosh did not reject the order and agreed to sell it to them. He knew that they were going to be used for tourist purposes, which in a way would be competition to his business, but like the saying goes, ' what you wanted was to eat yoghurt rice, and what the doctor prescribed was yoghurt rice. ' He completely decided to give up the touring business and develop his manufacturing and research business. The touring companies coming to him for the hot air balloon were simply expanding the market of the balloons for him.

Currently, Ghosh is in a dilemma. He knows that the hot air balloon can fly higher, but he does not dare to try it because the higher the hot air balloon rises, the more dangerous it becomes. He has to come up with some kind of mechanism where the danger would be reduced. He leaned back, lost in thought. He was under a tent, the kind where all four of his sides were open. Only 100 meters away, a daring young man climbed onto the basket and took to the sky.

A few minutes later, screams were heard, screams of joy and exhilaration. However, the next moment, a piece of colourful paper floated into the tent and landed on the chubby stomach of Ghosh.

Ghosh was taken aback and turned to the side. He was surprised to discover it was raining confetti. He went out of the tent and looked up, his eyes widened. The rich brat was throwing confetti from the sky. Looking at the confetti, Ghosh immediately became excited. He knew what he had to do.

He simply had to build or create a type of mechanism that, even if unfortunately a person falls off the hot air balloon, using the mechanism his fall should be slowed down, slowed down to the point of being able to walk away after landing on the ground.

He immediately took his idea to his research buddies, but unfortunately, they were busy with their own research, so with disappointment, he had to recruit some other scientists to do research on his idea. But as soon as he put forward the idea in front of the board member representing the royal family, he suggested that Ghosh take the idea to Gagana Aeronautics, a research institute under the Taksashila Institute of Human Exploration.

Ghosh was overjoyed. He was aware that Gagana Aeronautics was the frontier in terms of flight systems, so quickly assigning a few people to take care of the company, he set off to Gagana Aeronautics in Sindhu with the researchers he had recruited.