Five past eight. Metz never wanted to laugh. But whatever the outcome of the arcane story he was desperate to get rid of, he was pretty sure they already knew three key elements. Generally speaking, he can only be sure of data that has been rigorously calculated and reproduced. But this is no ordinary situation. He had understood this unusual situation for a while. Generally speaking, this understanding is enough to give him a good level of satisfaction.
This is not an ordinary situation, and his satisfaction is limited. And his whole chest felt abnormally tight, as if he really still had a heart that needed to beat. This was undoubtedly due to the influence of Zhayint's stimulation - as the devil himself explained, he roughly understood the cause of this stimulation and disapproved of it.
Normally, this disapproval is perfectly rational.
"No matter what, the three elements have been determined." Metz spoke. "What we see is all the characters. Things should go down. What follows is my prediction." The pictures that Willy Shaw showed to the "characters" did not show them, but through calculations he could Get a rough development scope.
Eight past eight. He informed the range for investigation. As he sincerely said, everyone "worked together" with reason, wisdom, and a certain amount of data. It shows the glory of Mathematical Olympiad.
"This 'author' is showing them a beautiful vision of the future." He explained the picture in the energy pattern mirror based on the calculation results. “Then the results can go down two different paths.
The first type: Their eye sockets relax after seeing such a beautiful picture, which is enough for those eyes to return to their original position smoothly. Like you said, he improved the 'atmosphere'. The atmosphere improved their situation. The second path is more conservative: they still can't put their eyes back on. But the fighting would stop there. They will return to the Ark with eyes, where they will deal with the next contradiction - the structural problem of the Ark caused by the excavation of 'branches'.
There we can make another intervention. By virtue of your connection with 'branch'. Or should we call him the name recorded in our database - Taliliqi? "
Metz flicked several green sparks off a piece of math paper. They are not good signs. Normally, he scorned the concept of omens. Ten past eight. He moved his eyes away from the scorched calculation paper and looked at the Demon Duke again - the existence that represented chaos. Under normal circumstances, the power of "cooperation" brought by the brilliance of the Mathematical Olympiad could make him not care. The nature of the other person.
"You still have some kind of connection with him. It's different from the kind of connection you have with Ms. Beelzebub. This connection carries too much instability. I didn't include it in the scope of use before. But if things develop like this, You have to enable it." Metz glanced at the paper again. "If all goes well, this will be before nine. Be ready."
Except for those things that are out of control. Everything is moving forward slowly and methodically. He made sure his was ruthless and uncaring enough to keep pushing it forward. When it's all over, he'll drop what's left like scraps of scrap paper into the void of the universe. If the Demon Duke could put aside his bad taste and cooperate with him, this would be over very quickly.
"Be prepared for the worst," Icha said. The expression on his face matched the adjective he used. He seemed to be in a trance - even that trance posture seemed extremely irritating - he had no reaction to the revelation of Taliliqi's identity, nor to any brilliance of the arcana. Olympiad brilliance. All of them turned around with a smile on their faces - each demon's smile was different, but in general they all had the same standard: not to express pleasure or friendship, but to show no Peace of mind. With that kind-hearted smile, he said at 8:11——
"The eyes. The atmosphere. Have you ever wondered why?"
Metz felt unusually tight in his chest. "Under normal circumstances, cause analysis is a necessary procedure." He suppressed his annoyance.
Annoyance descended from his chest and bubbled up from his forehead. Normally, it would be impossible for him to sweat. "But in the situation we are facing, most of the reasons can be attributed to Willy Shaw's 'flash of inspiration'. So we don't need to mention it more. What's more, due to the existence of 'tricks', these two things may not be what they seem on the surface. So important. They're just a cover—"
I should stop talking about this. One Metz confirmed. Otherwise, nothing can proceed. This is a blatant trap by the devil. If only he could keep his cool. Dealing with these traps is effortless. Traps, errors, false floats, undifferentiable causes and effects are all over the universe, trying to attract attention. The great thing about Olympiad is to ignore them and move forward.
Progress has indeed come.
In the energy pattern mirror, Willy Xiao's display seemed to be over. A collection of eyes falls from the sky. Everyone - or rather, the characters - gathered around him. Willie Shaw catches those eyes. Everything seems quite reasonable.
"It doesn't matter. No matter what the reason is, we can wait for the summary afterwards. All the characters have entered the appropriate atmosphere." Metz said again. very good. Eight twelve. They will know which path they have taken before 8:15, and then make preparations. It was consistent with his previous calculation of time. this is correct.
"Wrong." Yi Cha said suddenly. "The basic premise is wrong."
"Show your analysis. To Chaint." This time Metz was unmoved.
"All the characters did not enter the appropriate atmosphere." The devil blinked - the smile on his face disappeared at some point. "Because you didn't cheer up."
"What did you say? Me?"
The group of eyes in the picture rose again - this time quite forcefully, and definitely not the work of any of the beings surrounding that circle. The little fish picker began to scream, and Willy Xiao jumped up to catch the eyes that were rising higher and higher - among them, a pair of red eyes and a pair of burnt yellow eyes were quite conspicuous. But what attracted the most attention was the eye that didn’t know where it came from—there was only one, golden light.
It spun around. The strong air flow knocked the surrounding beings to the ground.
Metz stared at it. The eye also turned and stared at him.
mistake. Error warning. There is an error in the calculation. loopholes. Don't know where the loophole comes from. This is no ordinary situation. All tricks should be traceable. He couldn't find many traces. reason? What reasons must be taken into consideration?
Golden eyes eat all eyes. Rush towards him. Yimeiz overturned everything and started doing crazy mental calculations. The glory of the Mathematical Olympiad shines brightest in difficult places. He got the result——
It would break through the mirror, reach him, and make him a part of it. Need to evacuate.
He was hit on the back of the head, and his head started spinning crazily. The result of mental arithmetic was that this time it was done in zhinet.
"This is our story. This is the basic premise," he heard Ichaint say.
The buzzing of flies suddenly filled my ears.
Mental arithmetic: It’s now eight-fifteen. progress. Huge push. consistent with the inference of time. The glory of the Mathematical Olympiad will still shine after all.
