1885, I came to save Greece

Chapter 119 Crown Prince: I'll Light Up Your Dreams

"Who...who exactly are you?"

Dimitrios's voice trembled, each word seeming to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

He knelt on the ground, tilted his head back, and looked at Constantine behind the desk with the eyes of someone witnessing a miracle.

His mind went blank. The theories that had been considered the gold standard for the past decade were now falling apart in his mind, and then being reconstructed in a more perfect and harmonious way by the three words "three-phase electricity".

This feeling is not a sudden enlightenment, but a divine revelation.

It is a truth that mortals cannot fathom even after a lifetime of searching, but which the gods casually parted the fog of mystery and revealed to him.

The person in front of me is definitely not an ordinary person!

Constantine stood up, walked around the large desk, and stepped toward Dimitrios.

His military boots made a soft thud on the floor, each thud striking Dimitrios's heart.

He didn't bend down to help him up; instead, he looked down at the genius kneeling before him.

That calm gaze held neither pity nor arrogance, but only a statement.

"I am the one who can make your dreams light up all of Greece."

These words, though silent, possess the power to penetrate the soul.

dream!

Illuminate all of Greece!

Dimitrios was jolted.

He remembered the faces that mocked him on the streets of Athens, the disdainful looks from university professors, and the contemptuous words from his landlord when he was demanding rent.

"A madman who dares to challenge God!"

"A pathetic wretch who only knows how to daydream!"

"Can you eat your junk?"

He went to factories and presented his ideas to those money-grubbing capitalists, only to be told to "get out."

He went to a banker hoping to get a small investment, but the banker thought he was a swindler.

Everyone thought he was crazy and regarded his dreams as worthless garbage.

Only he himself knew the immense power of his ideas, those drawings on cheap paper!

He was going to the New World, to find George Westinghouse (Westhouse Electric), to go to that place that was said to be full of opportunities, to prove himself!

He wants to make everyone who looks down on him regret their shortsightedness!

But now, the Crown Prince of Greece, the future master of the country, is standing right in front of him.

Tell him that he understands his dream.

And he wants to make this dream a reality on this land that he loves so much yet has broken his heart!

An indescribable surge of heat rose from the depths of Dimitrios' heart and instantly swept over his entire body.

He suddenly pulled something out of his pocket.

It was a ship ticket that had become slightly warm from his body heat.

The paper was frayed at the edges and had the words "Athena Glory" printed on it, with New York as its destination.

This was his only hope.

It was by selling all his books and abandoning all his dignity that he obtained the last ticket to the future.

Alexandros, standing next to him, twitched at the corner of his eye.

He recognized the ticket.

He nearly wore out his horse trying to find Dimitrios.

However, what happened next surprised even this seasoned royal guard captain.

Dimitrios gripped the ticket tightly with both hands.

His knuckles turned white from the exertion, and the veins on his arms bulged out.

"Hmm..."

He let out a low, beast-like growl.

"Rip—!"

The crisp tearing sound was unusually jarring in the quiet study.

That ticket, which carried all the escape routes and hopes of a genius, was cleaved in two without hesitation.

"Rip!"

"Rip!!"

He didn't stop, his hands moving frantically as he tore the ticket into countless pieces.

It was as if he wanted to tear apart all the humiliation, resentment, loneliness and despair he had suffered over the past ten years along with these scraps of paper!

The fluttering pieces of paper resembled a belated funeral.

It destroyed his humble past, a past where he had to travel far away to beg for recognition.

As the last scrap of paper drifted from his fingertips, Dimitrios looked up.

In his eyes, there was no longer any confusion or struggle, only a pure fervor born from a do-or-die mentality!

He moved his knees forward, bringing himself closer to Constantine.

Then, he pressed his forehead deeply against the cold marble floor.

They performed the most humble yet most devout act of worship.

"Your Highness!"

His voice no longer trembled, but was filled with the firmness of having found faith.

"My brain, my hands, everything I have, from this moment on, will serve only you!"

"Please allow me to follow you, my...God!"

He spoke that last title lightly, yet it carried immense weight.

Alexandros, standing to the side, felt his heart clench.

He looked at Dimitrios kneeling on the ground, then at Constantine standing with his hands behind his back.

He witnessed firsthand how a madman, despised by the world, transformed into a fanatical believer in just half an hour.

Your Highness, what kind of power did you use?

Constantine did not answer; he simply reached out and gently placed his hand on Dimitrios's head.

This is both a gesture of reassurance and a coronation ceremony.

"very good."

Constantine's voice was calm.

"Well then, Mr. Dimitrios, your first task has come."

He withdrew his hand, walked to the desk, and took out another document that he had prepared in advance from the drawer.

"Your ideas shouldn't just remain on paper, much less be tested in a dilapidated hotel at the risk of a fire."

Constantine handed the document to Dimitrios.

"I will use the royal fund to build you a laboratory of your own outside Athens."

Dimitrios looked up abruptly, his hands trembling as he took the document, his eyes fixed on the title.

Draft Resolution on the Establishment of the Royal Academy of Sciences of Greece

"This academy of sciences will have the most advanced equipment, the most abundant funding, and the most outstanding talent in all of Greece, no, in all of Europe."

"You can recruit any scholar or craftsman you deem worthy, as long as they have genuine talent and skills."

"All your research will become a reality here."

Constantine's voice possessed an undeniable magic.

"I have only one request."

"Let the nights in Greece be as bright as day."

"To give Greek factories an inexhaustible source of power."

"May the name of Greece resound throughout the world because of your wisdom!"

Dimitrios held the document, looking at every word, his body trembling uncontrollably.

laboratory!

equipment!

funds!

Talent!

These things, which he never dared to dream of in the past, are now truly and vividly presented to him in the form of documents!

He's not dreaming!

"I...I..."

He was so excited that he was incoherent, his eyes were red, and tears were welling up in his eyes.

This mad scientist, who would rather starve than bow to worldly pressures, was now weeping uncontrollably like a child.

Constantine looked down at him and said slowly:

"It needs a formal name."

"Let's call it—Athena National Academy of Sciences."

Athena, the goddess of wisdom and war.

At this moment, Constantine personally ignited the "heart" of the Greek Industrial Revolution.

It will begin to beat strongly.