"To break through level fifteen, you need to choose the right direction."
Lin Ke murmured this sentence in his heart.
This is the feeling Garoce shared with Lin Ke after his breakthrough to level fifteen.
This sentence also aligns with the intent of the Insomnia Emperor.
Direction is crucial!
Diversity is not as good as precision, and precision is not as good as specialization!
It’s fine for a legend, since whatever law is chosen, it doesn’t make much of a difference.
But for beings like deities, overlapping divine duties can influence each other.
Then there’s the feedback!
For a legend to successfully advance, a huge amount of feedback is needed.
If you don’t have any talent in the Thunder Law yet choose it, you have to either change direction or persist stubbornly.
Take Mr. Noble for example, who hasn’t progressed an inch in hundreds or thousands of years.
Li Guan Mobai too, spent hundreds of years to ascend just one level.
Or for instance, like Lin Ke and his followers, who have reached double digits in a couple of decades, are considered extraordinarily gifted.
After all, their bloodline talents are comndable.
The direction Lin Ke is preparing to choose for himself is chanics, optics, thermodynamics, electromagnetism, and atomic physics.
This is one of the most powerful disciplines of past lives, known as physics.
Don’t forget Lin Ke has three bloodlines, and they are Andrew-level.
He now has a plethora of careers for each bloodline, but that doesn’t stop him from continuing to advance.
In the "Knowledge" bloodline, apart from the "Inventor."
He primarily focuses on being a "Scholar," having developed roles like "Mathematician," "Physicist," "Biologist," and "Chemist."
Ultimately, Lin Ke aims to synthesize a profession, and that is "Scientist!"
Simultaneously, besides these main jobs, there are also several minor jobs.
Such as "Painter," "Author," "Composer," etc.
But having too many is ultimately not good.
And now, Lin Ke is attempting to fuse these side jobs, ultimately centering on "Author" to create a profession.
"Artist!"
"Knowledge" bloodline, both "Scientist" and "Artist!"
"Creating with stories and content, whether it’s a painting, music, or anything else, it all revolves around expression..." Lin Ke thought while drawing, as the "Painter" power flowed slowly through him.
What were novels in the previous life called?
Dinsion One!
Dinsion One’s textual expression can give birth to Dinsion Two and Dinsion Three works.
From words to images to animated visuals and sounds, everything is interconnected.
Lin Ke now takes "Author" traits as the core, fused with other traits.
In his Soul Space, the "Knowledge" bloodline’s "little tree" was already over ten ters tall.
Over ten ters, equivalent to two or three stories in previous lives.
On this tall tree, many branches representing professions grew wildly, with leaves shining brightly, each representing certain traits or skills.
Each leaf would manifest special visions.
For instance on the "Scholar" branch, a leaf resembling an ice sculpture bore the skill of zero degrees, another gaseous leaf represented pressure.
Moreover, there were conspicuous ones like overheating, refraction, and focusing among these leaves.
anwhile, other branches remained unchanged, but branches like "Author" and "Painter" began trembling to different extents.
The leaves above withered and fell, rging into the roots instantly, turning into several phantom clusters at the branches.
"Art, expression, display, perspective... hmm, perhaps adding mind and senses..."
Outside, Lin Ke beca pale as a few careers disappeared, yet his eyes grew brighter.
On the main plane called Naseng, many people often had eyes that flashed with light when using career powers.
The eyes are windows to the soul.
When eyes shine brightly, it indicates that the bloodline within the body is operating at maximum efficiency, and thus begins the elental absorption process in the Soul Space.
This is Lin Ke right now, his eyes shining brighter, and his brush moving faster.
"Dancer," "Perforr," "Clown"...
These professions made his body extrely agile.
He danced around the canvas with astounding grace, like a swan gliding or a dragon soaring.
He was painting sothing nad "Strength."
What is strength?
When the youth in armor, White Light, thrust a sword at the Fla Demon King, is that weakness or strength?
True strength is daring to raise a sword against the stronger.
If you only dare fight against the weaker, that only counts as cowardice.
Lin Ke appreciated White Light very much, which is why he brought White Light under his wing.
This kind of courage is what defines fearlessness.
And with Lin Ke painting persistently for thirteen days without rest, the entire image gradually took shape.
A weak and pale youth in armor lunged at a fiercely burning mass of lava.
The entire image was rendered in an aggressive fire-like red, only the youth’s armor stood out in stark brightness.
Beside him, ten ters away from Lin Ke, representatives of Gula’s Human Race nobles were watching.
"It’s no wonder Count Lin Ke, this painting seems to be more than just a painting; I seem to see countless words on the canvas forming an epic, praising the hero going into the fire."
Comnted a Human Race Viscount.
Another person, eating a cream berry, nodded with a grin, "Indeed, I seem to see the whole epic process, oh look, the hero in armor is moving!"
As soon as he spoke, the others chid in.
"It’s moving! It’s moving!"
"You’re seeing things, that’s just one of Count Lin Ke’s career skills, the basic ability of a ’Painter’."
"I feel like I’m hearing an incredibly brave song, who’s chanting?!"
The Human Race nobles exclaid one by one.
Not far away, Garoce thoughtfully stroked the small mustache at the corner of his mouth.
"Yoho! This is an ’Artist’!" Rica said while chewing a piece of tart fruit milk cake, a snack she specifically carried in her Space Ring.
"Artist? Oh wait, ’Artist’?" Lolita looked at Rica with curiosity.
"Yeah! This reminds of soone, a very annoying person who used to pinch my face as a child and hung out with that Mist guy." ntioning artists made Rica recall sothing unpleasant.
"What is art?" Lolita didn’t quite understand, as she grew up in a place like Pink Street and didn’t co in contact with much after.
"Art, art is... well, it’s those ssy things like painting and poetry." Rica waved her hand, seeming a bit displeased by these two words, "My dad said if it can leave an impression, it’s art."
"An impression?" Lolita frowned, "Does that an my big hamr is art too?"
"Pretty much." Rica swallowed the last piece of milk cake, clapped her hands, and said, "By the way, is Knicks still helping ’Buck’ train the dical team?"
"Yes." Lolita replied helplessly, "There’s no way around it, I was supposed to train those new knight recruits, but I’m too lazy. Fortunately, Lord Garoce’s followers are competent enough."
"Haha, maybe they’ll be liberated soti in the future!"
At this mont, Lin Ke’s laughter echoed.
Rica and Lolita both looked over simultaneously.
The painting, completed!!
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