"It seems we can finally let loose and give it a good go."
Upon realizing the power of the Insomnia Emperor, Lin Ke’s eyes lit up.
In his past life, during his student years, Lin Ke hated those born with a silver spoon.
He detested the unfairness of fate and was enraged by the inequalities of the world.
But later, he came to terms with it.
Everyone’s birth is uncertain, but when one can transcend their original social class, it’s already quite commendable.
Originally from the extremely poor class, becoming part of the low-income group is a leap.
From the low-income to the working class, that too is a leap.
Those rich folks, who were initially wealthy in their domains, but whose descendants managed to leap to the ranks of the richest, are already quite impressive.
Similarly, a child from a rural area, whose family’s annual income is less than a month’s wages of some working-class families, but still leapt to the low-income or working-class, is also a success.
Not everyone must leap to wealth and prestige to be considered successful.
With so many provinces, and so many wealthy and prestigious descendants, only a few become the richest, which proves their prowess.
In his past life, young Lin Ke always felt he lacked a platform; otherwise, he could have achieved great things.
And yet, the result was that countless people from the extremely poor, low-income, and working class, while complaining about their status, did not strive or struggle, lacked discipline, scrolled through short videos, read novels, and still blamed societal burnout.
When others succeed in counterattacking through burnout, they complain even more about unfairness, feeling that others have connections or backing, attributing the causes to birth, society, and the nation, then continue to entertain themselves to death.
So, back then, Lin Ke figured it out.
His parents lacked resources, but he wouldn’t blame them. Instead, he strove to become the resource for his descendants. He didn’t complain about burnout, didn’t complain about capital, didn’t complain about society.
The Flower Country was fair enough; at least there was a Heaven-Reaching Road given to everyone from the start.
Look at the long river of history, look at the differences between the East and the West.
Without nobility, capital, bureaucracy, who else would give you a Heaven-Reaching Road elsewhere?
So, Lin Ke started working hard.
In the end, he obtained a doctorate, self-taught a massive amount of knowledge in economics, biology, physics, computer science, and successfully became what is called the upper class.
His parents were merely two diligent farmers, one tilling the land, the other cooking in a town elementary school.
He also met many who, leveraging their parents’ resources, were more capable than him, but he never looked down on them.
It’s only wise to make rational use of all surrounding resources. ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵•𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒•𝙣𝙚𝙩
Not using your parents’ resources is the height of foolish pride.
In the end, Lin Ke had great relations with people, whether they were from the lower or upper classes, they all acknowledged him.
And now, Lin Ke and Rica were nominally a couple.
Although not engaged, Lin Ke recognized Rica, just as she recognized him many years ago.
In this situation, he wouldn’t be foolish enough to think of not using the Insomnia Emperor’s resources, being self-reliant and strong...
Since it’s his father-in-law’s resources, they must be used rationally!
He would rely on them but not become dependent!
"Regarding His Majesty Insomnia... be careful not to indulge the staff; the Insomnia Emperor’s reputation must remain spotless."
Thinking about this, Lin Ke admonished the group.
He feared that his relationship with the Insomnia Emperor might foster unhealthy practices.
A little tolerance at the top could turn into middle management’s pride and recklessness among the lower ranks.
Everyone was inwardly tense, understanding Lin Ke’s point.
"Continue." Lin Ke looked at the next person.
Next, it was Granny Hisai’s turn to speak.
"Hehe, we’ve managed to produce fifty elements on the periodic table, but young master, observing atoms and electrons will still take some time, so the nuclear bomb might have to wait..."
Granny Hisai dropped a bombshell right away.
Lin Ke was initially stunned.
What does ’have to wait’ even mean?!
A nuclear bomb was the apocalyptic weapon of the past life, considered the most powerful technological weapon demonstrated outright.
Not considering those theoretical or scientific ’if allowed’ weapons like star-destroying cannons or laser beams, whether fantasy or theory, none have been realized.
Only the nuclear bomb!
The nuclear bomb’s power demonstrated in the past life represents the pinnacle of destructive weaponry!
Take for instance, the highest recorded temperatures in human history, precisely in the places of Cape Light and Changqi.
In those two places, the ground temperature ranged from 15°C to 4000°C, and everyone walking down the street was familiar.
The surface temperature of some parts of the sun is estimated to only be a little over six thousand, so these two places are more like warm little suns on earth.
That’s the nuclear bomb!
"Wha... what do you mean by ’have to wait’?" Lin Ke stammered a bit.
In theory, regardless of legends or deities, their destructive power is much greater than a nuclear bomb.
For example, when Ove was only level nineteen, under a world-destroying thunder, a small city might be completely barren.
And Ove could unleash such a world-destroying thunder seven or eight times as a big move.
Even a level fifteen strong being, if their elementalized body wasn’t water, fire, or wind, but rather uranium, might be impervious to nuclear bombs.
For example, Lin Ke, after reaching level fifteen, might resist the radioactivity of a nuclear bomb, but could likely withstand the high temperatures.
But these are all theoretical!
Theoretically, you could swim in a sea of lava, as long as you’re fast enough not to feel the temperature!
Before the nuclear bomb comes out, Lin Ke can’t estimate the shock it might cause to Naseng.
"About... about ten years?" Granny Hisai, in front of the table, cautiously glanced at Lin Ke.
"How long?" Lin Ke exclaimed.
"Ah! No, no, no, five years! Five years! Oh, no, three years?" Granny Hisai hurriedly cried out, feeling guilty.
Lin Ke was speechless, suddenly choked up, and froze on the throne, wide-eyed at Granny Hisai.
"Ahem." At this moment, next to Granny Hisai, the Fallen Priest Xiangnai coughed lightly, speaking softly: "As for the research funding... Completing projects early will have rewards."
"But without projects, there’s no base salary! I suspect you for being a [slave owner]! You wicked, big-breasted, long-legged, bloodsucking beautiful woman!" Granny Hisai immediately retorted to Xiangnai, accusing her.
Xiangnai raised an eyebrow: "Thanks for the compliment, but the policy remains unchanged."
"This isn’t reasonable!" Granny Hisai, seemingly forgetting the occasion, protested: "Research projects need more funding!"
"Need thirty percent of the research funding to buy milk tea and lipstick, another thirty percent to watch shows at the wonderland and buy advance episodes, and twenty-five percent to watch muscular men in the arena and give tips?" Xiangnai laughed unreservedly, regardless of the situation, her chest trembling slightly, like a swaying branch.
Granny Hisai’s face immediately blushed as if the old skin-wrinkled chrysanthemum turned a bit red, and she softly replied: "You’re talking nonsense! That’s what my assistant Little Blue did, not me..."
"Oh, oh, that six-pack-abs assistant? He’s quite handsome indeed."
And Lin Ke, at that moment, was nearly turning to stone.
Granny Hisai only needed fifteen percent of the research funding to produce a nuclear bomb???????