The Martial Unity

"Good," Rui nodded when he observed how quickly Deacon Industries had put together a giant raid force. "Still, captain 'Deacon' eh? That was unexpected."

It looked like Rui had underestimated how much the conflict between them could intensify.

Rui shrugged, it wasn't his fault that Deacon's son was going to die. It would happen eventually given that Rui had no intention of clearing the dungeon before Deacon Industries got a shot at it.

Thus, his son was doomed to die either way.

More importantly, he paid more attention to the quality of the Martial Squires of the raid force, if they weren't strong enough then Rui wouldn't be able to execute the plan in mind. He needed them to be able to pressure the Root enough for it to go all out. Otherwise, he wouldn't get what he was looking for.

Thankfully, it appeared that Chairman Deacon understood the consequences of failing at this stage, for the raid force consisted of Martial Squires that each appeared to be quite high-grade to his senses.

There even were multiple grade-ten Martial Squires in the crowd, along with Chairman Deacon's son who was serving as captain. These were Rui's greatest hope in drawing as many active patterns out of the Root and allowing Rui to gain a greater understanding of the Root.

One thing he was concerned about was his ability to keep up with the entire battle. There were more than a thousand Martial Squires present before him at the moment. Each one of them was going to be engaging one if not multiple, roots. Rui needed to not only perceive all of them but also make sure that he was consciously aware of what was happening with each of the one thousand Martial Squires of the raid force before him.

to keep

an absurdly difficult task that normally Martial

Except for Rui.

that had gone through lifetimes worth of growth, surpassing human limits, and his extraordinary mastery of the Mind Palace, Rui estimated that it would be possible for him to at the very least record all the data that he wanted to record, and construct the predictive model based on the

sure that he was at his very peak in order to actually accomplish this, thus he had rested his mind extensively the night prior with deep sleep, so he would not only be at his peak but would also be able to return to his peak with

way towards the Shionel Dungeon in a high-profile manner, drawing all kinds 0f attention from civilians

"Hmp, show-offs," Kane grumbled.

are, there is no other time that requires him to show off. If he does in fact end up clearing the Shionel Dungeon before the elections, then the sheer prestige that comes with it will allow him to finally decisively surpass

certain that they couldn't clear the Shionel Dungeon that

entered the dungeon, and soon enough, one

squeeze through the tunnels of the Shionel Dungeon with his Riemannian Echo. "I can only imagine how annoying this must get if their route ends up involving

someone farts," Kane remarked, smirking. "That would kill half the raid force given

chose to hijack were wide enough to ensure