Supreme Bloodline Evolution System

Chapter 189: Building the Water System

Max looked toward the distance, where he knew a river flowed beyond the open fields. Water had to come from somewhere, and if he wanted this city to last longer than a few beautiful days, then filth could not simply vanish because he wished it so. Even magic needed direction. Even miracles needed structure.

He did not know how to build the advanced purification systems of Earth. He had never studied such things properly, and he would not insult himself by pretending that a few memories were enough to make him some kind of genius engineer.

But he remembered the simple truth behind it. Clean water had to be taken before the river reached the city, dirty water had to be sent far away after it left, and between those two points, there had to be places where the water could be gathered, filtered, purified, stored, heated, cooled, and controlled.

Max slammed his hand into the ground, making many of the citizens gasp as the earth trembled beneath them.

Deep below the surface, crystal pipes began to form one after another, spreading beneath the roads like hidden veins. Some stretched toward the upstream side of the river, where the water still ran clean before ever touching the city, while others curved toward the lower lands far away from the living districts, where waste would be carried through sealed channels instead of being thrown back carelessly into the same river his people would drink from.

But this time, Max did not stop with only pipes.

Near the upstream side, a large crystal building rose from the earth, wide and low, its walls dark but lined with faint purple light. This would be the first water gathering hall, a place where river water would be drawn in through protected channels and passed through layers of stone, sand, charcoal, and thin crystal mesh before being allowed to move deeper into the city.

The filters were simple, almost crude compared to whatever his old world must have used, but they would catch mud, leaves, fish, insects, and the larger pieces of dirt before the water moved any farther.

Behind that first hall, Max raised a second building, lower than a palace but heavier than a normal storehouse, its walls sealed so tightly that not even steam could escape unless he allowed it. This would become the main purification center.

Water that had already passed through the rough filters would enter fire-infused crystal chambers, where Agnia’s magic would boil it until steam rose through a network of narrow crystal channels. Those channels then curved through colder sections touched by Rosalia’s purple ice magic, forcing the steam to condense back into purified water before it gathered in protected chambers beneath the building.

It was not the perfect science of his old world, and Max knew that, but the idea was simple enough for him to trust. Dirt, fish, leaves, and other large impurities would be caught before the water entered.

What followed would be boiled away from what did not belong in it, then gathered again as cleaner water through the help of fire, ice, crystal, and pressure. He would still have people test it, boil it again if needed, and improve the system as the city grew, but this was already far better than letting thousands of citizens drink straight from a river because nobody had thought beyond the first step.

Only after that did he create several round storage towers behind the purification center, each one half-buried beneath the ground so the water inside would remain cool and protected from the sun. These were not houses or palaces, but reservoirs, places where purified water could gather before being pushed into different parts of the city.

Small wind crystals pulsed inside the pipe mouths like silent hearts, guiding the water forward when the land was too flat, slowing it when the pressure grew too strong, and closing certain routes if one district needed to be blocked off for repairs.

To one side of the reservoirs, Max built another structure, taller and warmer, its walls threaded with faint red light from Agnia’s fire dragon magic. This would be the hot water center.

Purified water would pass through fire-infused crystal chambers and be heated without turning into steam, then flow into a separate line of insulated pipes leading toward homes, baths, healer halls, and future public washing houses. It was not meant to purify the water. It was meant to give the people warm water without forcing every family to waste wood, time, and labor heating it themselves.

On the opposite side, he formed a colder building with faint purple lines glowing through its walls. Rosalia’s magic filled the crystals inside it, chilling the purified water that passed through without freezing it solid.

This would become the cold-water center, a place where drinking water could be cooled before moving through another separate line of pipes toward kitchens, storage rooms, and public fountains. Max did not know whether anyone in this world had ever thought of chilled drinking water as a luxury, but if he could give it to his people, then he would.

The pipes beneath the city split into different paths after that. One line carried ordinary purified water. One carried heated water from the hot water center. One carried chilled drinking water from the cold-water center.

Another, kept far below the others and sealed more tightly than all the rest, carried waste away from the houses, bathrooms, kitchens, and healer halls. Max shaped small crystal markings along each underground route so he would be able to sense which system was which, because a city with mixed pipes would become a nightmare the moment something broke.

Far beyond the future homes, away from the river intake and lower than the city itself, Max built several ugly but necessary structures that did not carry the same beauty as the houses. Deep settling basins formed beneath heavy crystal roofs, followed by waste pits lined with stone and sealed by dark crystal so the filth would not leak back into the soil.

The sewage would enter there first, where heavier waste could sink and be trapped, while the remaining dirty water would move through layers of gravel, sand, charcoal, and mana crystal before being sent into drainage fields far away from the city and the river intake.

It was not perfect, and Max knew it.

The purification system could run on its own to some degree, but it would still need workers to manage the flow, clean the rough filters, watch the boiling chambers, open channels when reservoirs needed filling, redirect water between storage and distribution, and ensure the system did not overload.

The sewage center would need even more care, with workers, cleaners, and perhaps scholars or earth mages who could study how to improve the basins, dry the waste, and make sure no sickness spread from the places he had built.

But at the very least, Voidstar would not be a shining capital on the surface while rotting beneath the ground like so many cities probably did.

Max had never finished school, but he had lived enough to know that kingdoms did not survive on power alone. Some things had to be learned with time, with mistakes, with patience, and with the kind of stubbornness that refused to let ignorance remain ignorance forever.