This Lord is Very Scientific

Those alien warriors mocked openly, but they didn't dare to curse recklessly, only daring to skirt around the edges with their insults.

However, when they noticed that the Insomnia Emperor and others didn't step in, as if observing after reflection.

Their insults grew harsher.

"Is this the person leading the charge? Gula must have fallen... ahem, I mean the noble class besides the Emperor."

"The Human Race, I truly find it laughable... uh, no, the Human Race is strong, but these nobles, what are they even."

"Ants!"

"A weak stream, a lowly plebeian, birthing a worthless offspring, still daring to claim as the leader of the charge?"

"I heard a legendary figure died a few days ago? Ha, truly feeble!"

It was at that moment that something touched Lin Ke, causing him to suddenly open his eyes, deep red.

"Buzz!!!!"

In an instant, a terrifyingly bright red color spread out from Lin Ke, like a spark on the great plains, eventually engulfed into a sky-sweeping inferno.

"People!"

Lin Ke's expression was stern, and as his lips parted, two words burst forth, the crimson in his eyes deepening, his voice like a thunderous bell.

He clutched his fist tightly, a thread of red staining it, three glowing dots formed the most stable triangular shape.

"Knowledge", "Luck", "Leader".

Knowledge, inherited from endless ancestors who cultivated with blade and fire, recorded on slabs, passed from mouth to mouth in "legacy".

No innate wisdom, just accumulated experience passed down through generations.

No one knew how to start a fire, how to forge iron, yet rice cookers and gas stoves became household necessities.

Cangjie creating characters, Shennong's herbal knowledge, the Hundred Schools saving the world...

Knowledge is legacy.

And luck.

From countless struggles, from countless nights and days, from many who tried and failed, distilled into "self-reliance".

Every brilliant idea stands on the shoulders of predecessors.

Newton didn't start building the physics edifice from simple arithmetic, but learned from countless physicists to become the lucky one struck by an apple.

Some say the Lord of Rice is lucky for discovering that supreme rice stalk.

Yet few see the relentless effort, the daily grind, the unwavering dedication and firm belief behind this so-called "luck".

So-called luck isn't necessarily luck.

Leader.

A leader is not a lord, but sacrifice, responsibility, the realization of selflessness, the pure sincerity of sole focus.

Not noble, not king, not emperor, not deity...

A leader is the people!

"Buzz..."

The air began to tremble, red anomalies covering the skies with Lin Ke at the center, among them countless Naseng slaves roaring, countless Naseng underlings shouting!

Rather than Lin Ke's power, it's more the power of those two words.

The sun can fall by an arrow, the moon can be crushed by grass shoes, stars can be pierced by eyes.

The light of fire illuminates darkness, the wall of unity resists floods and waves, written words and books tame the five-colored elements...

Sun God, Moon Goddess, Five-Colored Dragon Mother, Prince of Stars, Eye of the Storm Saint King, Holy Life Emperor, Lord of Frost, Astrologer, Mountain Duke...

Countless phenomena were tinged red under the sweeping red tide, each revealing hints of crimson, even the red soaring high, aiming to compete with black and white!

"Damn! What is this!"

"Terror! Great terror!"

"Impossible, no one can withstand the storm!"

"My waves will crush everything!"

Those existences exclaimed incredulously.

Yet as if sensing that so-called "ancient", truly "old-fashioned" power, Lin Ke's inner power was stirred once more.

"I, am the people."

Blood tears streamed from Lin Ke's eyes, his eardrums nearly burst, the blood at his nose and mouth vibrant red.

"I, am the storm!"

"I, am the torrent!"

Lin Ke's right fist slowly yet swiftly swung forward, carrying the will of the people.

Under that crimson iron fist, gods, legends, dominators, emperors, monarchs, kings, chiefs, nobles, lords...

Everything seemed like illusions, shattering upon touch.

Even the essence of this red almost surpassed the boundless black and white.

The iron fist pressed forward, unyieldingly crushing everything.

Those phenomena were nearly obliterated.

"Enough!"

Yet at that moment, a mere soft shout, imbued with immense authority.

Instantly, all the anomalies cleared, within the "simple and unadorned" palace cluster built of giant stones, countless muffled groans arose.

"Lin Ke, your body is too weak, don't force it," a stern yet gentle voice sounded in Lin Ke's ear, using absolute strength to suppress the widespread red back into Lin Ke's body: "The upper limit of this power... even I can't discern, hold it well."

After this sentence, Lin Ke's body restored to normal, his condition even better than when he arrived.

If not for the fresh blood at his eye and mouth, no one would've seen what had happened here.

Insomnia Emperor!

"Emperor..." Lin Ke's crimson eyes suddenly cleared, his heart shook.

And in his Soul Space, the three originally lush bloodlines now withered, as if drained of moisture.

"Just now that power..." Lin Ke glanced at his right hand, it seemed a powerful force had been drawn by him just now, a force fundamentally similar to the one he drew out at age six, over a decade ago.