Chapter 462: Svarog's Tactical Retreat, Belobog's Luck Is Just Too Good!
Belobog.
Central Plaza.
In the current plot…
Qingyi and Lynx made new progress in repairing the Jade Abacus.
It further revealed Igor's life experiences.
In the image, Igor contacted a corporate executive—a mechanical mogul named Ibrahim.
"Igor, after listening to your speech, a tiny spark of sorrow flickered in my empathy module. Not even coolant could extinguish this fire of grief," the mechanical voice said.
"So, will you send an army to reclaim that market on the verge of falling? Mr. Ibrahim?" Igor's voice carried a hint of expectation.
What answered him was a cold refusal.
"Sorry, I cannot. Every business decision must resort to rationality."
"Your homeworld accounts for merely 0.005% of the shipping capacity on the Building Material Logistics Department's business map; and in traditional project departments' resource allocation, it's so small it's practically non-existent."
"Mr. Ibrahim, what you call 'practically non-existent' is my entire 'everything'." Igor's voice trembled.
"Go try your luck at the Xianzhou Alliance's Luofu. They are holding the Luminary Wardance. The Xianzhou people have always prided themselves on benevolence, and they've helped many planets raided by the Denizens of Abundance… Perhaps they will show mercy."
"However, child, I must remind you that the Xianzhou people's martial arts competition is not just ordinary cyber-boxing."
"To speak with me for ten minutes, you turned down all prize money and rewards. So as you leave, please at least take my most sincere blessings!"
In the plaza.
The falling snowflakes were originally a scenic embellishment, but now created a bleak, lonely atmosphere!
Many Belobogians wept out loud.
Visiting tourists couldn't help but fall silent or sigh.
Someone couldn't help exclaiming: "If only the Cloud Knights could descend like divine troops and annihilate all the Antimatter Legion on that planet!"
"But back then, the Xianzhou Alliance was also in a state of barely being able to protect itself…"
"Seven hundred years ago, Shuhu's army was about to invade; the Alliance would soon face a massive war."
"The aftermath of the Second Abundance War hadn't ended yet, and soon after was the Sedition of Imbibitor Lunae…"
"Sob sob sob, Igor back then was too hopeless…"
"That tiny, insignificant white dot in the universe was everything in my life!"
"Seeing Igor say that line, I couldn't hold back my tears."
The plaza was filled with sorrow.
Many tourists forgot they came here to travel, completely immersed in the emotional ups and downs brought by watching the plot!
Soon.
Luka's next match began.
His opponent was also known by the title of "Iron Arm."
When that deep mechanical voice sounded, many people in the plaza were stunned!
It really was Svarog!
Another familiar face!
"I must apologize to you, Luka—I entered the Wardance anonymously behind your back," Svarog spoke on the arena stage.
"You didn't believe I could win, so you also entered the Wardance to increase the Belobog representative team's chance of victory, right?" Luka asked.
"This is unrelated to belief, Luka. This is a rational calculation—from a mathematical probability standpoint, it is difficult for you to win, but Belobog needs this victory."
Svarog's cold voice carried a resolute stance,
"Therefore, I participated. That way, regardless of who among us wins, it will earn glory for Belobog."
…
"Holy crap? It really is Svarog!"
"My god, I'm actually watching a Belobog civil war at the Wardance!"
"Our Belobog is really rising up!"
"So Svarog did believe in him; he just calculated that participating would increase the probability."
"As expected of Boss Svarog, he has a great sense of the big picture!"
"Must say Svarog succeeded. Whichever of them wins, Belobog gets a guaranteed spot to advance."
"I feel it's a bit ridiculous! Resetting a hundred times in reality wouldn't produce this scenario even once. With so many experts in the universe, Feathered Spirit chose the absolute most extreme possibility to display!"
"Feathered Spirit: This galaxy can accommodate any possibility."
…
Inside the Belobog spaceship.
Everyone was stunned for a moment!
Luka and Svarog actually both made it all the way to right before the finals!
This… was truly unexpected!
With so many strong contenders, did Belobog really walk all the way to the end?
Or perhaps…
Was this another sign of favor from Feathered Spirit towards Belobog?
In short.
With the plot progressing to this point, even Belobog players themselves couldn't understand it anymore!
At this rate, it was entirely possible that the defending champion Yanqing would suddenly get diarrhea, allowing Luka to win the championship without even fighting!
Belobog is blessed by insane fortune!
"Sigh… What do we do next, Boss Svarog? Are we going to fight a Belobog civil war?" Luka asked.
"At present, there appears to be no other choice."
"I failed to beat you last time. Based on mathematical probability, I probably still can't win this time," Luka said with a smile and a shake of his head.
"Your calculation is incorrect, Luka. Based on mathematical probability, your chance of winning is—unknown."
"Because there are variables I have not yet accurately acquired, therefore—no conclusion can be drawn."
Facing Luka's surprised gaze, Svarog softly spoke the answer—
"Your growth…"
"I am an outdated robot. No matter how many pull-ups I do, it will only wear down my joints without making me stronger. But you are different—as you accumulate experience, you will grow stronger and stronger."
…
"Hearing Svarog say he's an outdated robot, why did I suddenly tear up?"
"Once upon a time, Boss Svarog was the most powerful robot in my heart!"
"The weight of the title 'Boss Svarog', Belobog players all know it!"
"When I first saw Svarog, I felt an intense pressure, but now he…"
"Even though he's a robot, at this moment there's actually a feeling of a hero reaching his twilight!"
"Let me shout it one last time: Help me, Mr. SVAROG!!!"
"Svarog: I'm out of the meta now."
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"Contender Luka! The man who creates miracles!"
"By the Amber Lord! How magnificent is this battle between iron arms!"
"I announce! The winner of this match, who also earns the chance to challenge the defender, IS—IRON ARM LUKA!!!"
As Owbert's commentary concluded, it marked the final result of this battle.
"Boss Svarog, you didn't hold back, right?" Luka asked.
"No, I did not hold back. You just defeated me at my unreserved full power."
"Rest well. Next, you will face the defender, swordsman of the Luofu."
Luka was still a bit incredulous.
After a moment of silence, he asked again: "Boss Svarog, according to your rational calculation… do you think I have a chance of defeating Yanqing?"
"My calculation result is not important to you. You should step onto the arena stage and experience that battle firsthand—that is more important to you."
"Understood. I will definitely go all out!"
…
"Translation: Zero chance."
"In plain English: No shot. Go play, lose quickly, and come back for dinner~"
"How did Svarog's EQ get so high?"
"As a machine intelligence, Svarog's hardware quality will get worse over time, but software can be optimized [ EQ upgraded! ]."
"It's already impressive enough that Luka made it this far."
"Don't tell me Luka ends up beating Yanqing in the end; that would be completely unreasonable…"
"Belobog is going wild!"
"They used to say Belobog had no strength, and now they're almost beating the whole game at the Wardance!"
"IPC Executives: Jarilo-VI's computing power on the business map suddenly surged by over ten times, what happened!?"
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