Chapter 1802 Imperfect

Chapter 1802 Imperfect

In a meditation chamber sat a man surrounded by candles.

His eyes were closed.

A sense of serenity and calm echoed in the air.

Yet, the same could not be said for his mind.

Within his mind, in the giant mind palace that lay within, Rui Quarrier struggled.

He struggled against an ocean information, gritting his teeth as he furiously processed a tsunami of ocean. The ocean was a lot smaller than the original ocean that the Angel of Laplace method produced, but an ocean was an ocean.

"Rgh!" His eyes flashed with determination.

His vision of the real world around his body shifted.

Time rewinded.

Yet, not for everything.

It reverted for a batch of candles before him, causing them to reverse their flickering while the other candles were untouched.

It was the past.

He heaved a deep breath as he opened his eyes, covered with sweat.

"Tsk, not perfect yet," He narrowed his eyes.

He had worked hard on the Angel of Laplace for about half a day continuously for the past nine months. During this time, short of absolute emergencies, nobody was allowed to disturb him.

It hadn't been easy.

He needed to entertain the whims and fancies of intelligent officials who knew exactly how important they were and made very tall demands of him for their support.

One wanted two life-prolonging potions to guarantee an additional two human lifetimes.

Another wanted enormous real estate on the coast of the Kandrian Empire.

Most of them demanded wealth, among other things.

The more Rui worked with this system, the more he realized just how immensely corrupt it was. His father was right; his grandfather was indeed a power-hungry bastard who gave too much power to the Kandrian government during times of succession when founding the Kandrian Empire.

Alas, it was extremely difficult to change what had been established in stone. He was sure that his father had tried to change the foundations of the system, but the first Emperor Ra had taken away the power of the Emperor to change some things.

Regardless, with the wealth he got from his allies and patron, the Martial power of the Martial Union, he was able to fulfill their demands and secure their cooperation in unbreakable contracts.

The allied princes worked hard to stop him, of course, but he had too much support and power. And as everybody had come to predict he managed to overwhelm the support of the princes in his campaign for the throne.

And now, it was finally time for the final hurdle before he could secure an absolute claim to the throne.

"Let's end this once and for all," Rui heaved a sigh as he headed back to his campaign headquarters.

It wasn't long before he entered his large, extravagant office with a suited man sitting opposite him.

"Minister Kramen," Rui smiled. "I apologize for the brief delay. Did you wait long?"

"Not at all, Your Highness," The man stood up, shaking Rui's hand. "I'm grateful you took the time to meet me."

They took their seats as Rui leaned forward, steepling his fingers.

"The fact that you took the time to meet me despite knowing exactly what I want from you means that you are not averse to it," Rui replied calmly, analyzing the man. "Let us cut to the chase, Minister Kramen. What is your price?"

The man stared at Rui with a bitter smile. "...You remind me of your father."