owlsbooks Chapter 533 William, the Man Who Can't Be Calculated
Chapter 533 William, the Man Who Can't Be Calculated
Catherine nodded and turned to leave.
The high heels clicked crisply on the floor tiles, then faded into the distance.
Marcus stood in the center of the hall, lightning dancing around him, making him look like a blue sculpture.
He recalled the kick Lin Tian gave the boss that killed him.
A mage.
Physical attack.
One stomp kills a level 60 berserk boss.
The corners of his mouth turned up slightly.
It's not fear.
It's excitement.
That's the look in a hunter's eyes when he sees his prey—no, that's not right.
It's the look in someone's eyes when they're being targeted by a hunter.
He was the one being targeted.
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Iron Curtain City, the headquarters of the Arcane Truth Society.
William sat in his study.
This is a very large room with bookshelves on three walls, stretching from the floor to the ceiling.
The bookshelves were densely packed with all sorts of notes, manuscripts, maps, and materials—some he wrote himself, some he acquired from other players, and some he sent people to copy from various maps.
Each document is categorized and organized by date, location, and content, and labeled with different colored bookmarks.
This was what he was most proud of—no other guild in the entire Iron Curtain City had such a complete intelligence system.
A thick notebook lay open in front of him.
The cover reads "Double-Edged Battlefield: A Complete Record," with the handwriting so neat it looks printed.
This is what he spent an entire day compiling—from the first second of entering the Twin Blade Battlefield to the last second of being teleported out, every point in time, every event, and every noteworthy player is included.
The crystal ball is placed on the table.
The light flickered, like a beating heart.
That crystal ball is called the "Eye of Secret Calculation," and it is the carrier of his talent, the "Secret Calculation Network"—all deductions, predictions, and analyses are completed through this crystal ball.
He is writing something.
The quill pen scratched across the paper, the handwriting remained neat, but the speed was much faster than usual—some ideas came too quickly to be missed if not written down immediately.
He compiled a complete list of everyone's performance, ranking, talent level, and approximate combat strength in the Twin Blade Battlefield.
He marked each of the 100th place winners.
Some names are accompanied by only one line of text: "Warrior, SS-rank, strong in frontal assault capabilities."
Some names had pages of text under them: "Mage, S-rank, excellent crowd control, but lacks damage output, needs to be paired with burst-type teammates."
Some names were highlighted with special symbols: "Assassin, SSS-rank, Shadow talent, extremely strong stealth ability, suspected of having armor-piercing skills."
He drew a red line under Lin Tian's name.
Not one—it's three.
It was a bright, dazzling red.
Then he wrote a line of text next to it.
After writing it, I looked at it for a long time, then crossed it out and rewrote it.
I looked at it for a long time, crossed it out, and rewrote it.
After going back and forth three times, what remained in the end was—
"Combat strength assessment: Unable to be calculated. Talent rank: Suspected to be above SSS."
He stared at those words for a long time, so long that the light in the crystal ball dimmed and brightened repeatedly.
Super SSS.
He himself felt it was absurd when he wrote those three words.
The highest talent level given by the system is SSS level. This is written in the introduction, everyone knows it, it doesn't need to be proven, it's an indisputable fact.
But he couldn't find any other explanation besides these three words.
He had seen SSS-level talents before.
Half of the top ten are SSS-level.
He has recorded all their combat data, skill effects, and output curves.
Zhang Tianya's defense, Raji's output, Emily's Holy Flame, Ye Yao's Shadow—each has its own patterns, and each can be explained by data.
Only Lin Tian.
There was no trace to be found.
It cannot be explained by data.
He turned to the first few pages, where all the known information about Lin Tian in the Twin Blade Battlefield was recorded—
Three lines of record, three points in time.
It's getting shorter and shorter, and more and more outrageous.
7 second, 3 seconds, 1 seconds.
If you keep writing, how much will it be next time?
He closed his notebook.
The quill pen rested on the ink bottle, its tip still stained with ink. A drop of ink slowly gathered, grew larger, and finally fell, spreading a black circle on the table.
A knock came at the door.
"Come in."
A guild member pushed open the door and came in, holding a list in his hand.
The list was so long it hung from the ceiling and almost dragged on the floor.
"President, this is the preparation list for the third round of battle that you requested. Equipment, potions, items, personnel deployment—it's all listed here."
William took it and glanced at it.
"The equipment still needs to be upgraded."
He said, "Take out all the enhancement stones in the inventory and prioritize equipping the front-line tanks and main damage dealers with the best ones."
"clear."
"We don't have enough potions. We need to find someone to farm materials; we'll buy as many as they can."
"Yes."
William remained silent for a long time.
The room was so quiet you could hear the crystal ball spinning—a subtle, continuous hum, like bees flying in a glass jar.
He said, "Go down."
"Yes."
After the door closed, the footsteps disappeared at the end of the corridor.
William reopened his notebook and turned to Lin Tian's page.
He added another line below those three records—
After he finished writing it, he looked at it for a long time.
Then he added another line—
He put down his pen, leaned back in his chair, and closed his eyes.
The light from the crystal ball danced on his face, alternating between light and shadow.
His "Secret Calculation Network" can deduce many things—the enemy's movement trajectory, the changing trends of the battlefield, and resource allocation plans.
He can calculate the vast majority of things in this world.
But Lin Tian is someone he can't count on.
Because he lacked a crucial variable—just how strong is Lin Tian?
He was unaware of this variable, so all his deductions, predictions, and plans were meaningless in front of Lin Tian.
It's like solving a math problem, but there's an unknown variable in the problem, and that unknown variable can be any number.
One. One hundred. Ten thousand. One million.
It's all possible.
He opened his eyes and looked at the notebook on the table.
The cover reads "Double-edged Battlefield: A Complete Record".
whole?
He gave a wry smile.
What should be recorded most is precisely what cannot be recorded.
He had a premonition—he would have the answer in the third round.
Regardless of what the answer is.
He closed the notebook, put it back on the top shelf of the bookshelf, and placed it with the other organized materials.
Then he picked up his quill, dipped it in ink again, opened a new notebook, and wrote four words on the first page—
"Third Round - Contingency Plan"
The moon outside the window had already begun to set in the west, and its light shone through the window, turning the study floor silvery-white.
In the distance, the faint calls of night birds could be heard, one after another, intermittent, as if they were calling someone's name.
William began to write.