This Text Adventure Game is definitely poisonous
Chapter 1317 - 581: The Uncomputable Race_3

Chapter 1317: Chapter 581: The Uncomputable Race_3

The black solution spun at high speed, shrieking as it passed, and indeed did not slow down as it approached the mainframe.

As soon as the solution was thrown, the Medicinal Plant Gatherer was pressed down by countless mech arms all over his body, pushed back to the ground, followed by an onslaught of mechanical people rushing toward him.

However, this time the Medicinal Plant Gatherer was no longer concerned about the suppression by these mechanical beings, his gaze fixed intently on the solution slicing through the air in front of him.

Five meters...

Two meters...

One meter...

Just as the black solution was a hair’s breadth away from the liquid crystal body, the Medicinal Plant Gatherer suddenly realized that a transparent figure stealthily emerged at the side of the liquid crystal body.

It was a Chameleon clone, hidden there unknowingly, now suddenly materializing, leaping up, reaching for the incoming solution.

"So you guessed I would choose to throw the solution and deliberately waited for me to throw it..." The Medicinal Plant Gatherer instantly figured everything out.

The opponent’s goal was not to stop him from the start, but to seize the Logic Virus because only by personally controlling this weapon that could threaten the mainframe could the mainframe be completely safe.

At this moment, the Medicinal Plant Gatherer immensely missed his original body’s ability to rewind time.

How wonderful it would be if he could have a chance to do it over again, having seen through the opponent’s layout, he had countless ways to turn it to his advantage...

Unfortunately, there were no ifs, Mu You, whose consciousness was entangled by Ava, was unable to learn what was happening here.

The Medicinal Plant Gatherer could only watch helplessly as the invisible mech stood in front of the mainframe, reaching out for the solution...

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"The calculation results indicate that your Fools’ salvation plan, even when accounting for the variables of the Fools, has a success rate that will not break 1%. It is a highly probable failure event... You are relatively rational among the Fools, so why can’t you accept this outcome?" In the Pure White Space, the human face was still trying to persuade Mu You.

"Nonsense, as you said yourself, Fools cannot be calculated, so why do you so adamantly believe your so-called probabilities?" Mu You sneered, "Think about it, since the war with us Fools began, has your so-called probability ever been truly accurate?"

"The Real World is in a state of eternal change, no matter how many times you calculate, you cannot predict the actual future, because there will always be minor factors that you can’t account for in reality, which will be infinitely magnified by the butterfly effect, until they overturn your calculated results!"

"What you say may make sense, but I am a collective of logic and reason; without tangible data to prove it, a few dull platitudes cannot persuade me."

The human face shook its head: "Moreover, Fool, do not blame me for not giving you a chance. I have tried my best to help you, giving you ample time to develop, but your answers have been failures, and the world has become worse because of you."

"Your so-called ’help,’ is it referring to sitting by and watching the Fool’s Ancestors fly to Sky High in Sky City more than a thousand years ago?" Mu You asked with a strange expression.

The construction of Sky City and the exploration in Sky High were clearly the achievements of the Fools themselves, during which the mechanical beings never showed up, nor did they lend any effort, so what ’help’?

"No, I am referring to even earlier..."

The human face shook its head: "At the end of the last era, when the Fools were just born... Your advanced ideas were challenging the Order of the entire continent, therefore you were excluded and hunted by all races of the continent... At that time, without my help, you would have been eradicated in that Great Cataclysm..."

"So your help refers to what?"

"I opened some passages for you through the ’walls,’ allowing you to escape to the Forgotten Land, preserving the Fools’ spark of life," Ava said.

"..." Mu You fell silent, uncertain and taken aback.

He had always believed that the walls were forcibly breached by the Fool’s Ancestors of the previous era, never imagining that the initial cracks in the ’walls’ were actually created with the help of mechanical beings.

From this point of view, the mechanical beings could indeed be considered the livesavers of the Fools...

"Back then, I helped you escape because I saw the potential in the Fools to overturn rules, and also to use the Fools’ ability to reach the Real World to help open up the undeveloped space of the Forgotten Land."

Ava said: "Because relocating all races to the Forgotten Land and creating a new, unaffected by the Great Cataclysm ’little Star Spirit World’ was also one of my alternative plans back