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Chapter 1316 - 581: The Incalculable Race_2

Chapter 1316: Chapter 581: The Incalculable Race_2

However, as soon as he moved, one Terminator after another from behind began to pursue him, mirroring his actions.

Moreover, the actions of these mech-robots were methodical, with each one making predictive moves based on the experiences of the one before it.

Even as the Medicinal Plant Gatherer was changing direction as much as possible, he couldn’t fully shake them off, and was increasingly overtaken by the mech-robots as if in a relay race.

Until at a certain moment, when he was about twenty meters away from the main unit once again, he was caught by a mech-robot in his blind spot and forcefully dragged back to the ground.

And with that pause, the chance to approach the main unit was gone forever.

The countless mech-robots behind him surged forward competitively, piling on top of him one after the other and completely submerging the Medicinal Plant Gatherer beneath them...

"Give up, you have no chance of winning," Ava said with an unquestionable tone in the Pure White Space.

"How can you be so sure we have no chance, when you don’t have the ability to predict the future?" Mu You continued to speak while constantly scanning his surroundings, looking for a chance to escape.

"When enough information is gathered and calculations are made meticulously, it is natural to achieve the effect of prophecy. From the moment you infiltrated Eden, all your actions have been within my calculations,"

Ava said calmly as a virtual image of a chart appeared in front of her.

It was a two-dimensional coordinate system with one red and one blue line winding their way through it. The red line trended downward from high to low, while the blue line moved upward from low to high; they intersected at some point midway, and then continued extending in opposite directions, getting further apart.

"This is a simulated forecast chart of the success rate of actions between mech-robots and the Fool. Your strength is dwindling, while the mech-robots’ strength grows over time. Your only chance for success existed at the point of intersection, which is within five minutes of invading this place. Since you have missed this critical time, no matter how much effort you put in thereafter, it’s already destined to be in vain."

"And have you predicted the choices of these creatures of Eden now?" Mu You asked. He was referring to the beings within Eden who were currently rising up in rebellion.

This strength did not belong to the Fool; Mu You had never expected this thoroughly brainwashed group to help them, yet they had actually taken action, a total and welcome surprise, which Mu You believed Ava had not anticipated.

Ava fell silent for a moment, then honestly shook her head: "This was indeed not accounted for in the calculations."

"However, this is not because the data calculation on the creatures was wrong. In normal circumstances, they would never rise up with a spirit of rebellion until the very end. The current situation has arisen from the variables introduced by you, the Fool."

"You Fools are the only race in the Star Spirit World that cannot be calculated with data. During the four thousand years since your creation, I have carried out countless simulations of your actions, but each time unforeseen errors arise. These errors can easily lead an otherwise normal prediction of the future astray, and these deviations usually lead to worse outcomes rather than better ones."

"Such highly unstable factors are unwelcome in a mechanical worldview; they are extraneous data that should be eliminated by all means, otherwise, the world can never truly settle."

"But, no matter how uncalculable the variables you bring are, they still ultimately have limits."

As Ava spoke, another chart appeared in front of her.

On this new chart, the red line exhibited a significant leap at the point where it was about to intersect with the blue line, greatly postponing the intersection. However, in the end, the two lines still met smoothly, and after a brief disturbance, everything returned to the previous trend of the chart.

"Even with the current situation, the variables you have caused still haven’t translated into a chance of victory. The most recent shot at success was one minute ago. Unfortunately, you have already missed it, and no amount of effort from this point on will be in vain..."

...

In the control room, countless mech-robots piled on top of each other into a small mountain, like the Tathagata Buddha pressing down on Monkey Sun, pinning the Medicinal Plant Gatherer firmly beneath them.

However, just when all the mech-robots thought the situation was under control, the human they had been desperately suppressing below was quietly replaced with a mech-robot.

At the same time, the heavily injured Medicinal Plant Gatherer appeared on the outskirts of the crowd, at the position previously occupied by a mech-robot.

Teleportation, a special Black Magic he had saved for such an occasion, had finally proven its worth.

At this moment, almost all the mech-robots had rushed to the back to suppress him, leaving the path to the main unit wide open.

However, the Medicinal Plant Gatherer didn’t seize the opportunity to rush through directly because he had already failed once with the same action. The space in front was locked by repulsion, a type of force aimed specifically at biological flesh. Under this repulsion, simple displacement Magic wouldn’t work; even if he rushed through, he would certainly be caught up by the unrestrained mech-robots before getting close to the main unit.

Thus, after breaking out of the encirclement, the Medicinal Plant Gatherer stood poised on one foot, turned half around, and with a swing of his arm, hurled the black solution in his hand with all his might toward the main unit.

Since the repulsion was targeted at biological beings and mech-robots were unaffected, theoretically, the vial of medicine shouldn’t be repelled either.