"Is this tree your God Tree, Mr. Otsutsuki Roshiki?" Kenichi Amamiya looked at the enormous tree before him, a trace of envy in his eyes. Otsutsuki Roshiki seemed to relish such respect; his ugly face was brimming with pride and happiness, as though this were something immensely worth boasting about. Yet Kenichi Amamiya watched Otsutsuki Roshiki with a hint of amusement. Otsutsuki Roshiki's personality was quite distinctive, and based on what Kenichi Amamiya had learned about him over this period, he had realized that Otsutsuki Roshiki was indeed a rather unusual person. He conducted research and improvements through certain methods—or rather, to some extent, he was someone devoted to science. That might have sounded like a good thing, but it was not. Otsutsuki Roshiki was one of the top researchers at this base, but the Otsutsuki Clan was somewhat unique. After all, it was a clan built on supremacy and absolute force. Although science could accomplish many things, under the circumstances of the Otsutsuki Clan, making science its primary focus was extremely difficult. The Otsutsuki Clan could practically become gods directly, and many of the things they did were things only science could achieve. Under such circumstances, naturally few people pursued scientific research. Within the Otsutsuki Clan, science could only serve as icing on the cake. In the end, the Otsutsuki Clan still relied on personal strength to decide everything. Kenichi Amamiya had no objections to that. Intelligent lifeforms were simply like that. Could one expect someone born with the ability to destroy a planet with one punch to spend vast amounts of time researching how to build planet-destroying weapons through science?
Therefore, Kenichi Amamiya saw things clearly. Cases like Otsutsuki Roshiki were relatively rare—one could even say extraordinarily rare. Most of the time, Otsutsuki Roshiki simply did his own