Chapter 17 Highest Possibility

"No. This tip doesn't work either," Yi Cha said. Move the compass needle back to its original position.

The picture in the energy pattern disappeared. The room was divided into a maze by all kinds of debris. He went around to the window. The tattered curtains opened automatically. The flood has spread to the mountainside of the regiment. Impurities that were originally life or treasures were tumbling in the mist.

He looked at it and then looked away. The curtains apparently understood his wishes and closed automatically. When I opened it again, everything was back to its original state.

"Xikis's power grows with prayer. Norole's power will also grow accordingly. The flood caused by the burst of power of our lovely water fairy will once again wash away the connection. By the way, put the prompts, connection points, and our Volunteers don’t care about you and I will all wash it off. Ah. I don’t know how many times this has happened.”

Metz had been floating not far behind him, and now he had already pulled out another piece of calculation paper and let it rattle on the edge of the table to compile. His attitude has been clearly expressed. "The rules of the world outside the Vientiane Forest are still in effect. The Universal Problem-Solving Machine-" He pondered. "——Let the water fairy Noroer become the pinnacle of power among the gods. Here, such rules are still valid."

"Who said who is the pinnacle of power? Huh? That's me, right?" The little fly became angry when he heard what he said. "Honey. I will never allow—"

"It's okay. This reminder has been rejected. Your Majesty, you are probably the most opposite of God. Why worry about this?" Yi Cha blinked. "Look, there is a stack of chairs over there that are arranged so neatly. They surround a perfectly matching table! It's really uncomfortable for a devil to look at it..."

"where?!!"

The little fly raised his head, looked around a few times and located the source of the evil, and rushed towards it to carry out urgent sabotage activities.

Yimeiz looked at Yicha, waiting for his next words. The demon took the compass in his hand and turned it carelessly.

"Let's get to the next tip."

Then he was silent for quite a long time.

"Didn't find a suitable choice?" The original Olympian mage waited for enough time to count down, and then spoke at the right time.

"I can offer a few suggestions," Metz said. Lay out the calculation paper. "Wabra fell into the 'drop'. As a 'tip' to wake up Norole and contact Li Fu, it is quite qualified.

Asimov ran into the crystal and fell into the hands of the manager. He could bring news about Willy Shaw to Kircher.

In addition, there is a lot of room for variation in the use of buds and R supplement 32. And 'Xiao Ning'. Although he is the only 'hint' here that does not connect the two isolated figures. But he is the least described. "

"How about minimal description?"

"The least described. The greater the change. Just as you did before with Willy Shaw. Since each possibility represents a truth, we should not ignore any of them."

"We don't need to care about this now." Yi Cha shook his finger. "Even the author himself is about to drown in the swamp he dug.

I just suddenly felt it. These 'hints', no matter how we use them, can have consequences that undo all previous efforts. They might break their own jam, but they'll screw everyone in the process. "

"Perhaps the order in which cues are used needs to be taken into account."

"Perhaps the order of use does not need to be considered at all. Perhaps Willy Shaw's setting is that only the last 'prompt' will take effect. Regardless of the order of use."

"There is a medium to high probability."

Yimeizi's voice remained cold. "This does fit with Willy Shaw's behavioral data."

"Oh. Let's hear the highest possibility?"

"You need to analyze this to Zheint." Yimetz said simply. Crumple a piece of math paper directly into ashes. "Most of his data itself was provided by you. It is obviously more accurate for you to remove the subjective component from it. At this point, I will defer to your judgment."

to watch the ashes being eaten by the air. A smile without a smile slowly appeared on his face.

"The highest probability is."

He found a high chair to sit on, just level with Yimeiz. His eyes stared directly into Yimeizi's dark eye sockets. "There are no 'hints' or 'junctions' at all. That's what the forest is all about. It has no purpose, just as Willy Shaw's involvement with us has no purpose.

Where we are is an unbuilt future planning area. That's it. The playthings here are just playthings. This energy pattern mirror. This compass. Those notes——

And we have no privilege.

We retain our consciousness not because we are different. It's because we are in the palace of the 'Regiment' or the Stabilizer, or because of the special role played by some weird brain reflex of Willy Shaw. That's all. We can forget the Hell of Chaos, the Source of Order, the Garden of the Regulators... Where are you from? Grand Arcanist? In short, forget about Wei Xing Qian Meng and the like, and live here peacefully until the end of the world - maybe the end of the world will not be able to help us.

It's all over. Everything has just begun. The most important thing for us is to accept our new identity as residents and forget about our old place, old classmates, and old enemies.

This is the highest possibility. "

Any other being who hears this sentence might have a more interesting reaction.

Yimeiz just said expressionlessly: "Oh." There was no way for Yicha to use the many sarcastic words he had prepared.

The original Mathematical Olympian changed a new piece of paper - he couldn't count which one it was.

New pieces of paper began to grow from the table.

"You brought new information. Very nice."

Metz marked the dots on the math paper and raised his head.

"You said that because we are in the 'Regiment', or the 'Palace of the Stablers,' we can keep our heads clear."

He typed the calculation paper into the clipboard next to him. "And the existence of Ms. Beelzebub does not disprove this. Based on this new information, we might as well set a new small goal: let everyone come here first. See if their minds will clear up."

"How to get those tough unfortunates? Hint: The current situation of the terrifying Lord of Hell is as seen." Yi Cha glanced at the back of the busy little fly. "On the premise that she and I share a part of our blood - I brought her here just a little bit."

"It's not them. To be precise: it's not just them."

Metz waved his hand, and the compiled calculation paper flew into Yi Cha's hand. "Living souls, dead souls. Aboriginal people, and our fellow travelers. Everyone. We must try our best to invite them here."

"Does it have to be 'please'?"

(End of chapter)