Chapter 1983 Incomprehensible

Chapter 1983 Incomprehensible

Kane smiled at the sight of Rui's eyes energetically swimming around immersed in deep thought. The spark of excitement twinkled within them. His feet began tapping, and his hands began fidgeting impatiently.

The moment Martial Art became the topic, he was reduced to an enthusiastic child who couldn't wait to play in the park. The moment Martial Art arrived, his heart and temperament would thaw, and for a moment, the Rui of old would come out.

The same Rui that he had known his entire life.

"As always, Martial Art always brings you endless happiness, huh?" Kane chuckled mirthfully.

"It's the best," Rui replied, growing more vigorous. "Sometimes, I'm truly astonished that not everybody falls in love with Martial Art. How is that possible? How can you look at Martial Art and not come to love it with all your heart? Strange world, truly."

Kane stared at him, speechless.

It was an absurd statement.

Martial Art was the cause of immense suffering in the world regardless of what one personally felt about it. It had caused a lot of fear, anguish, pain, and death, much of it unjust. This was so much so that an international movement dubbed 'Non-Martial Lives Matter' was born after a Martial Sage genocided one billion human beings in the blink of an eye.

Of course, Rui was very well aware of this himself. Yet, it never emotionally registered within him. His love for Martial Art was so deep that it refused to allow him to truly understand, on an emotional level, how people could wind up hating it.

Kane shook his head. "Whatever. Let's go tell the Divine Doctor now that we have figured out a plan."

"No, not yet," Rui refused impassively. "That man will be a difficult nut to crack even with a seemingly reasonable plan. I know his type. He will not be satisfied with a plan as loose as I have proposed. I will have to flesh out all the details and have powerful reasons to convince him to invest in it."

What changed?

All indications pointed to the fact that the self-looping four- dimensional space-time manifold was the reason. There was nothing else meaningful that could distinguish why the Divine Doctor's current circumstances were different, such that he had yet to kill himself. He had spent two hundred and sixteen days in this place without making any progress yet refused to die.

Rui shook his head. "...Ah well, we'll find out eventually; rather than focusing on things that are outside of our control, it is best we deal with things within our control. The value proposition of our plan needs to be rock solid; otherwise, he'll laugh at us."

Kane nodded. "Gotcha."

"I'd suggest you focus on training from here on out," Rui told him. "You don't need any more experience than you have. A dedicated two years of training to expand your skillset and strengthen your foundation will do you much better than more experience."

"What about you?"

"Well, I'll finish what I started," Rui remarked impassively. "Gather all the intelligence on all these creatures until I know this place inside out and backward front. I need to be so good that the Divine Doctor better request me to teach him. Once that's done, I'll begin my domain training and come up with new domains to create environments that are antithetical to the biggest threats in this dungeon. After that..."

Rui turned to Kane. "It'll be showtime."

"And you're going to wait until all our preparations are done before you actually even tell the Divine Doctor what our plan is?"

"Yes," Rui replied. "We will have gained a lot of clarity that he simply will be unable to refuse if he has any desire to not rot in this dungeon for the rest of the life of this particular vessel."

"...Alright, I suppose it's the only way," Kane remarked, heaving a sigh. "Life is going to get rough."

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