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Chapter 797 NO.168 It’s all strange books that harmed you
As a rational person who is used to making plans, Omer does not believe in real coincidences and accidents.

He firmly believes that all events happen according to a certain logic, and people who encounter accidents usually fail to figure out that logic.

The so-called coincidences and accidents are the result of people's failure to grasp all variables. That is the realm of "omniscience" and is indeed not something that humans can easily touch.

There is a common sense in religion, that is "omniscience", which usually means "omnipotence".

In this information age, where the importance of "information" is far more intuitive and profound than in other eras, this has almost become universal common sense and is one of the common sense taught in preschools.

Of course, leaving aside the paradoxical issue of defining "omnipotence" such as 'Can the Almighty lift himself up?', to give an intuitive example, the scope of activities is usually limited to the three AI goddesses of Central Teresin College. , is indeed regarded as the omniscient and omnipotent god of Central Treson.

The ability to completely control information + long-term connections + the many permissions granted to me as an AI goddess...

Based on their 'ability' alone, their performance in this area can even far exceed their respective bodies. They can even predict the characters from those flat and fake films before the characters typed by Asakura Riku are sent. 'His move.

However, this does not mean that they will do something.

Gods love to watch dramas.

The same goes for AI-simulated gods.

So when Omo remembered that he still had room for help and could ask for help from the three AI goddesses, one of the latter, the AI ​​Godolphin Arabia who was most responsive to Omo's requests, responded.

A reply was made to remind Omer that Rudolf's symbol and love for Orihime were already on the way.

Uh……

This time, even this leeway completely disappeared.

or……

Or run away?
Little Omer's mind came to the conclusion of 'slip away' almost instantly, but there was another voice in his mind reminding him: If he slipped away here, the future direction would probably be even worse.

Will running away from the two most reliable people lead them to turn to others for help, or even spread the news?
Apart from anything else, Xiao Lu couldn't trust this guy anymore. If he was caught and asked by others later... emmm, Omo felt that he still had to keep this guy within sight.

He did not doubt the position of the son of Beria, only that his head was smooth enough.

So, should we run or not?
Not running away is a bit of a gamble, but running away is an even bigger gamble.

With his thoughts at this point, he no longer cares about looking at Xiao Lu with his sad and pitiful eyes. He lowers his head and puts his little hand in his pocket, groping out the card box that usually allows him to call out cards without touching it.

Then he took out the monster card that made Xiao Lu's eyes tighten.

——Galatron MKII
The human brain has its limits, and Omer, who often makes mistakes in reasoning, knows this very well.

But the limit of an electronic brain is determined by the quality of the hardware!

It is true that this rule also applies to the brains of successful source energy sublimators, but the mechanical electronic brain is the card in hand right now.

Galatron, Gilbalis's lower-level machine.

Although the overall performance is not as good as that of a host machine covered with gun barrels, and even the computing power is far inferior to the "artificial mind" of the host machine, it is definitely far superior to ordinary humans.

Even the devil's brain can't make it use its full strength. Every time it smokes, it can only say sorry. Give it a try.

Although it is not an external brain, it is at least a card-like plug-in that can greatly optimize the algorithm.

So--!
The human brain that has reached its limit can only give the option of 'waiting to die'. What option will the huge computing power of the civilized judge give?
With such expectation, little Omer, whose forehead was filled with mist again, activated the card with a desperate attitude.

When the shadow of the dragon's horn flashed past his head, the whole world turned into a complex and unfamiliar data flow in an instant.

He seemed to be connected to a god's perspective out of thin air, and was able to overlook the changes in the entire campus.

Yes, change.

Every moment, every moment, even every frame of change, the behavior of living things, the feedback of living things affected by the interference of living things' actions - those billions of variables are emerging, arranged in his mind, and then embedded in his mind The logical chain of thinking.

Countless possibilities leading to different futures were listed and eliminated one by one, ultimately pointing to the only powerful judgment.

【Waiting to die】

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White mist rises from my forehead, as if I stayed up all night and saw a ray of dawn, my mind is confused and awake at the same time.

The boy fell into doubts about himself, confusion about the universe, and distrust of the world.

Then, when the backstage was too occupied, I finally remembered to interrupt the task, and before I was teetering on the verge of falling down, I heard a familiar exclamation.

"Trainer Ormer!?"

Ah...sent...

The retinas, which were occupied and oppressed by the program, were blurred, and reflected the outlines of many stunned and turning heads.

At the moment when his eyelids, which were already too heavy to hold up, finally closed, the boy was left with only pessimism lingering in his heart.

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To be honest...I don't want to move anymore...

When little Omer woke up from that oppressive, despairing yet vivid dream, his eyes were tired and lacked life.

Those are the contents of some inferior and weird documents...

Colleagues and students throughout the school found out that I had turned into a child, but the child's appearance still remained, and then the entire campus became unfamiliar.

First, he was interviewed by Miss Sunukawa, whose words seemed to imply something, and then he was approached by Miss Rudolph. Sirius looked at him with a particularly penetrating gaze, and at the same time, there were also the weird Maruzen and Bai Ren who followed him. gaze.Nothing happened, of course, at least for that unknown period of time, nothing happened. Except for the girls under his command, Tako and Miss Orihime often contradicted him, and the former often used the brute force of the high school horse girl to do it. Everything was normal except for trying to make himself surrender and forcing him to use monster cards to suppress him.

Even the work at Penguin Logistics is going on as usual.

It’s just that the working memory is mottled and fuzzy, making it difficult to figure out the passage of time.

I don’t know how many races I have run, or how long I have been a temporary worker. I just feel that a few years have definitely passed. After all, even Tachyon Bourbon Teahouse and the others are about to retire. They all look like adult women. Only One day when he was still the little kid, the change happened.

He was confessed by Bourbon.

what?
Homais, who had never thought about who he would spend his life with, subconsciously rejected the other party's confession, simply making himself feel bad for Bourbon when he looked back on it, and Bourbon disappeared after that and never appeared again.

It seemed that not long after, I received an anonymous message saying that someone around me was trying to harm me. I was confused and suspicious but didn't believe it that night, and I discovered that the ingredients I was handling were strange.

This was his best field of derivation, but before he could launch an investigation, Akane, who rarely appeared in his memory, was dragged out to run in a Japanese drama. Before he could get very far, he was surrounded by a group of gangster clone-like guys, trying to He teleported away directly but found that the card had been manipulated.

When he was about to inform Akane of the hastily thought-up breakout plan, he was stunned by the injection on the back of his neck. When he woke up... he saw Tako and Akane standing together, looking down at him on the restraint chair with a rather dangerous smile.

Saying something like it was his fault and that he couldn't wait any longer, he entered a vague memory that lacked rendering materials, and then saw a teahouse in a black windbreaker and... Sunday Serenity's soul weapon entering the darkroom together, with external support It was the Strike Freedom Gundam piloted by Bourbon, and then crashed into Rudolph, Sirius, Shirahito and others who seemed to be coming to see Tachyon and Akane.

In the intermittent and unclear battle, it seems that Chelenina and others joined in, and there were even an influx of random monsters and space people. In the end...

What is it ultimately?He couldn't remember it anymore...and couldn't bring up the motivation to check the dispatch chip.

He only remembered the inexplicable depression, the lingering sadness and numbness, which even made him subconsciously feel conflicted with the opposite sex, saying, "Women are scary."

His subconscious memories were full of various OOC developments, which made him subconsciously describe it as a low-quality monster book. He thought that only a low-quality monster book could be filled with the creator's twisted psychological vent, and would include morbid, bloody, sadistic and other elements. Based on oneness.

But to be honest, it doesn't make any sense.

After all, it was a dream that lacked key rendering materials. Although the dream had a very immersive feeling, which made him nervous whether he had a wet dream when he woke up, but in retrospect, there was nothing.

It's like being in underage mode, and like it's forbidden to describe anything below the neck.

It also made him reflect on whether he had been depressed to the point of being mentally disturbed recently.

It was said that dreams were reflections of the subconscious mind, and he didn't want to admit that he was the kind of person who would secretly imagine such nonsense stories in his mind.

He has actually written weird books, and several of them have been widely praised by the circle. How can he admit that one of his works has such an OOC and such a rubbish!
And so many of the characters who appear are acquaintances!
How come I didn't know that I felt this way about them? !
Although young people often can't tell the boundaries of their favorites, and they often don't know what they like in others, Omer doesn't think he is this kind of guy.

This kind of top-notch wooden character who doesn't even know his own feelings is either an immortal whose lifespan is so long that he lacks human touch, and his understanding of emotions has long been inhuman, or he is born with some kind of psychological defect, even if he is carrying A pathological person who cannot correctly understand himself even if he has doubts and makes comparisons.

Omo admits that he is indeed a bit mentally ill and has never considered a single lifestyle, but he still doesn’t see himself clearly.

I just can't see others clearly.

...well, maybe more than a little bit.

When I think about what those people in the dream experienced in real life, they experienced a lot of "unexpected things".

Omo had to admit that there was still a big gap in his understanding of human nature.

So if we don’t talk about affection and love... then it’s just pure desire.

Ah...there seems to be nothing to refute about this.

The boy who raised his head raised his little hand, and habitually twisted the bridge of his nose as his whole body ached and his head was even more dizzy.

It is normal for young men with strong blood to have some unsatisfactory feelings towards women with outstanding appearance and good curves. The unsatisfactory thoughts can beat the unscrupulous mind but cannot control the subconscious mind.

What should we be thankful for at this time?

Fortunately, at least Miss Ling did not appear in the dream.

"...Are you awake? Do you want a drink of water? President, give me the water glass."

'Have you recovered?What a stage for debauchery and darkness. '

"..."

The silent little boy blankly lowered the hand that was obstructing his vision and twisted the bridge of his nose, allowing the concerned brown-haired horse girl to appear in his field of vision, as well as the blue-haired dragon girl who had just put down the gourd and looked over with a half-smile. .

Both of them are overlooking each other, one on the left and one on the right.

Their hair hangs down naturally, with the brown and blue ends almost hanging to the tip of his nose.

The face that had been mottled in the dream and the face that he least wanted to see appeared at the same time. The sudden and vivid moment caused him to shut down for the second time.

He didn't scream, but he did panic.

People's panic reactions are usually divided into three types, one is shouting to vent one's emotions, the other is aggression that triggers a stress response, and the last one is stiffness where the feedback function is shut down.

He is the third type, and has been consciously trained to remain silent when he is too panicked to move, as if he is not frightened.

——This is an important passive skill when you are struggling in society. It is very effective when facing unruly bosses who try to delay wages.

And at this time, a certain president who was very colorful in the later stage of the dream came closer with a water glass:

"Is Trainer Omer awake? The water is here..."

"do not come."

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　I was almost turned into a pine tree by a dream (x)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)