บท 1022: A Moron

Jin Tuyi looked at his son attentively, his eyes so clear that they were reflecting the boiling red glow. "I believe that our race will certainly be reborn in the flames, but I'm afraid that I will not be able to lead our race to finish the journey. The doctor said that I could maintain my current IQ for at most half a year. In half a year to one year, my IQ will drop to 70% its peak. In three years, 50%. After five years, I will be a mundane, crappy old man with 20% of my original IQ.

"50% of my computational ability and thinking ability are far from enough to lead a race and a civilization.

"And you, my son, are my only choice.

"Perhaps this is too hasty a choice, but I don't have time. After the war is settled and the Blood Demon Sector crushes the Heaven's Origin Sector, I will perhaps publicize my illness."

"Dad!" Jin Wuxu's heart was both hurting and itching. He bellowed, "I will prove that you've made the right choice with my actions!