My Players Are So Fierce

Chapter 2713 -905: Cardman City, Your Savior Has Arrived (2)

Mm, it should be like that.

“I think you may have some misunderstanding about my talent for math, Miss Cement. If one day I decide to give up my dream of becoming a Sword Saint and switch to Spiritual Energy research, then I’ll definitely study all this seriously.

Unfortunately, a person’s energy is always limited, and I’m not some legendary genius.”

The handsome vampire put on a flawless smile with clear eyes and said:

“How about this: in a bit you just stand next to me and directly tell me which side to interfere with and by how much. These are results you people wrung out with all your effort—if I don’t let you participate in this rescue, wouldn’t that be way too low on the sense of participation?

Where’s Paul?

Where is he?”

“If you can’t read it, just say you can’t read it, why are you talking circles like Humphrey? How did a mainline NPC learn that whole speech pattern?”

Cement Sister吐槽了一句 in her heart, then followed Murphy’s words and answered:

“Master Boer left in a hurry. He said the stellar shift is about to begin and he has to return to his Star Observation Tower. He also said he’s prepared for this ritual for decades, and now it’s his last gamble.”

“Mm, let him go. I like subordinates who have ideals and drive like that.”

Murphy nodded, hands clasped behind his back, and headed toward the fourth underground level with Cement Sister.

By the time they reached the Subspace Rift, the final self-check of the Energy Bay in R-9 Base had also gone smoothly. Monica had installed several complex monitoring instruments onto those Energy Towers, while Old Flywheel and Ellen each held a device used to monitor energy flow speed and frequency.

The time they’d spent learning from Monica had completely blown the minds of these two outstanding mechanics whose original level was “magic medieval.”

Not only had they learned from the Amnesiac Sentinel how to repair and use relics of the creator, more importantly, they’d learned an entirely new concept of mechanical design. You could say they’d achieved a truly significant upgrade in the field of “Creator’s Engineering.”

Most crucially, according to Monica, long before Spiritual Energy began to diffuse into the material world, the Sentinel Corps had already started researching the nature of Spiritual Energy. The Sentinels had a special set of methods for processing and manipulating Spiritual Energy Factors, and Old Flywheel had learned those too.

This guy was planning to throw himself into the modification and upgrading of the Calculating Pearl as soon as the Black Disaster ended.

He was convinced that the valuable experience he’d learned from Teacher Monica would definitely allow the current Calculating Pearl to achieve a leap in performance.

As for Little Sheron, this vampire was more interested in learning some knowledge and design of the creator’s constructs from Monica. Probably because using Mechanical Arms for the past two years had given her a sense of familiarity, she hoped that with Monica’s help she could improve the current engineering prosthetics and provide a better experience for those who needed help.

Of course, realizing these ideals was all premised on the fact that they wouldn’t die in the Subspace Rift sealing operation that was about to begin. If even the slightest problem occurred during the sealing and caused a rift of this scale to explode, then it wouldn’t just be one or two people dying.

“Report status!”

Monica shouted to her apprentices. Little Sheron glanced at the readings on the device in her hand and immediately replied:

“Pipeline No. 1 operating stably, energy frequency moderate, overload failsafe functioning normally.”

“Pipeline No. 2 all normal.”

Old Flywheel also stared at his readout and reported:

“Pipeline No. 3 looks normal for now, but when we were doing maintenance earlier we found damage in the focusing tube section. We did patch it, but when the energy frequency is pushed to the limit there’s still a chance of energy attenuation.”

“We can find a way to repair it, but we don’t have that much time, and we’re short of repair materials of this grade. There’s barely any standard parts from the Eden District era left in this age.”

Monica sighed. She ordered Old Flywheel to add a few more physical partitions to Pipeline No. 3 to ensure safety, then said to Murphy, who was already prepared:

“You may begin when ready, Lord Administrator. According to my calculations, the success rate of this operation is at least around 65%.”

“Mm, if you didn’t say that exact number, I’d actually feel more at ease.”

Murphy complained:

“Hearing it’s not 99.95% really makes it hard to keep a straight face, you know?”

“I can understand. The more critical the situation, the more organic lifeforms tend to indulge in this boring behavior of blindly chasing probabilities.”

Monica blinked eyes that looked no different from a living person’s and said:

“But in reality, once you truly decide to do something, probability becomes just a string of numbers not worth paying attention to. In what remains of my memory, there are records of many missions successfully completed with less than a 20% chance, and also cases where people ran into uncontrollable accidents and failed in environments that were supposedly 100% safe.

Therefore, I will adopt the Sentinel Corps’ standard comfort strategy.

I will tell you that success or failure is both actually 50%.”

“You’re totally shifting the concept here, but there’s no way I can argue about this with a robot anyway.”

Murphy grumbled, letting Monica put an earbud-style anti-interference communicator around his neck. He clipped Necessary Evil at his waist, then took off the Solar Blade and handed it to Cement Sister for safekeeping.

This thing carried Kulkan’s aura; it was hard to say whether it would cause interference while sealing the Subspace Rift. With Monica saying the success rate was only 65%, Murphy decided he’d rather play it safe.