Chapter 2076 Ambitious Undertaking

Chapter 2076 Ambitious Undertaking

It didn't take Rui long to come up with an answer.

"No."

His tone was clear and certain.

Not a hint of hesitation could be heard in it.

"I'm going to transfer all my political power and influence back to you as soon as possible," Rui calmly stated. "After that, I'm done with politics. I am not a politician. I am a Martial Artist."

His father was stumped, speechless.

"The whole reason I sought to find the Divine Doctor was so that you could do all this stuff, not me," Rui firmly asserted. "I refused to be dragged back into something I have worked so hard to leave.

For a moment, Emperor Rael simply stared at his son before closing his eyes with a wry smile. "I see..." Rui simply awaited his response warily.

"Forgive me; I should have never asked," his father shook his head. "It was a foolish question. You have put much effort into avoiding taking the throne, and I should have foreseen that getting even more involved would be against your wishes."

Rui nodded with relief. "...I don't have time for this stuff. I need to focus on Project Water and getting stronger quicker."

His father smiled at those words. "Your single-minded determination to fulfill your ambition is inspiring. I see now that relying on a son who has already done so much for me and the empire is a weakness on my part."

His tone grew heavier.

"...As long as it can withstand the hostile pressure from elevating itself above others for long enough." Rui's tone grew more severe.

"That is correct," Emperor Rael calmly affirmed Rui's words. "Should I employ these resources for the maximum benefit and utility, their effects will soon be widely known, triggering wars from those that will not allow us to elevate ourselves far beyond them. However, if we can weather these wars long enough for the resources to take full effect, then we will have gained the power needed to stalemate them and, eventually, end them."

His father intended to start a race.

A race that he intended to win.

"...Are you really planning to do this?" Rui gazed at him, stunned.

His father gazed at him with a confident smile. "Not right now, no. My greatest priority at the moment is regaining all my lost political power. Only after that will I begin planning and preparing to fulfill the ambition that I have just informed you of. It is very easy to talk about dreams in a conversation, but manifesting them takes immense time and effort."

"...I see," Rui murmured. "In the meantime, my return will most likely alarm my counterparts," the Emperor remarked with a knowing tone. "In my projection, tensions will continue rising. I will need to plan a scrupulously flawless long-term strategy for maximizing the benefits of the treasures you have given Kandria while also planning our resistance against the hostile pressure that will undoubtedly converge upon us from the rest of the world. However, the probability of a great war is..."

He grew more severe. "...extremely high."

Rui stared at his father wordlessly.

"Well, all the more reason to get stronger."

His father's powerful gaze softened as a smile cracked at the edge of his mouth. "I suppose that's true. Prepare yourself, my son. If you wish to pursue the Martial Path at the cost of all other paths, then so be it. You will learn what it means to partake in a war as a Martial Master."

On the one hand, Rui was concerned at the prospect of his father leading Kandria to war because of his desire to maximize its potential for greatness.

On the other hand, the prospect of war excited him as a Martial Artist and a newly ascended Martial Master.

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