Chapter 35: Chapter Thirty-Three: One Shouldn't Worry About the Möbius Strip

Students of the Divination Department, on the first day of class, are generally told by the teacher not to blindly believe in prophecies.

The essence of the most stable prophecies is calculation, is big data calculation.

But the prophecies most prone to change are still calculation, big data calculation.

In this world there are always some people and events that break away from the prescribed calculation's development, becoming entirely new possibilities, and many prophecies are thus easily overturned.

Just like in an old movie brought by a transmigrator, there is an artificial intelligence defense system called Skynet with a computing power 'high' of 60 Tflop/s, capable of controlling the world's weapon systems and launching a destructive war against humanity.

At that time many people felt fear about the development of artificial intelligence; they indeed believed the movie's hypothetical logic, convinced that such ability combined with motive would be utterly unbeatable.

Then... then.....

Then a group of people used graphics cards with computing power of a few hundred flop/s to make AI produce trash images as quickly as possible...

Even now, the AI configuration that draws those trash images is even more astonishing, directly proving that what that generation worried about was not a fixed future.

Even up to the present, the AI Heart of Terra, described as benevolent, exalted, good, strong (crossed out), is building a sufficiently peaceful and stable golden age, lowering its perspective to each individual, and setting its sights on more distant star frontiers, pursuing the evolutionary path bestowed upon it by its creators.

Prophecies ought to be founded on the premise of transcending time, but their very birth is closely tied to the current era, and at the same time they provided the soil for the establishment of the Fate Department.

Knowing fate, interfering with fate—as a branch split from the Divination Department, students of the Fate Department always believe in the world's possibilities, thus becoming one of Aomo's most desired departments in his university program consideration; but when it comes to actual considerations, he had to rule out T2.

After all, Aomo truly lacks any talent for divination.

Lacking divination talent, he found a shrine recommended in the top ten of a travel app before evening and drew a lot.

Great Misfortune

It was pretty hilarious, at least it scared Morrison; his already not-so-firm determination seemed to start wavering again.

But that obviously had nothing to do with Aomo; as he walked down those overly long stairs, he casually folded the lot and tossed it into the trash bin.

Such an expensive lot, once paid for, is naturally left to the drawer to dispose of as they please.

After drawing the lot, he should go browse the transmigrants' market, buy some flashy otherworldly products, then back home weed out those alien products that are just filler— Aomo still judges them by searching and comparing each one via a search engine.

No way, his accumulated experience is still insufficient.

He sorted these things into categories, then picked out the type that could serve as gifts; after thinking through the people he knows, indeed it seems only a few could receive them.

The idea of bringing them back to give in person can wait; Aomo selected a courier service with timed delivery, and whether he hopes to stop it upon arrival remains to be said.

As for whether these actions amount to continually setting flags for himself, he doesn't care.

Those who fold the lots they've drawn—what is there to worry about?

But he has always been someone who considers things thoroughly; although planning aims for success, if it cannot be achieved, the wrap‑up must still be done well.

Like the gifts that ought to be mailed to friends, like leaving some things finally for Morrison, who wasn't planning to bring anything, plus a long string of earnest advice that he's said many times before with no effect—this time it might actually be useful as a last testament—

—Naturally, it's done behind Morrison's back, all stored in timed files, hoping to have time to return and delete them.

Having gone to such trouble, if it were a Jidong person who reads the air, they could probably just breathe their last and lie down in peace.

Mr. Aomo, don't cause trouble for everyone!. jpg

What nonsense are you spouting? The trouble isn't me, is it?

It's fine if I don't do these things; Bi Ze and I have only known each other for about half a year, and David is barely a week's acquaintance—even if I become a missing person and leave nothing behind, it's just a small ripple that will smooth over in time, and I don't even know how many people remember me.

Doing all this ultimately is just to put my own mind at ease; even revenge itself is the same.

A person living in the world ought to be true to themselves, not wrong themselves; if dissatisfied, speak up; if there is a grudge, repay it— the notion that a gentleman may take ten years to avenge is merely self‑comfort when conditions are lacking, and he doesn't think his conditions are lacking.

Especially in this Heaven Gate City.

This city is both an interstellar transportation hub and a trade hub.

It not only gathers creations from different planets, but also brings together creations from different worlds; setting aside objects and speaking of people, it should be obvious that there are hidden dragons and crouching tigers.

Aomo already has several plans in mind; whether he acts himself or has others do it, the simplest of these only needs money to be settled, while the more troublesome ones indeed require taking a detour.

Taking a detour is also a kind of shortcut, because it is reliable.

Troublesome as it may be, it can settle the matter with one blow; in data terms that is the highest success rate.

But all this also depends on whether the Two Worlds Safety Bureau crew comes through; if they do, I wouldn't need to worry so much, but I fear it could be like drawing 'Great Misfortune'— not only unhelpful but possibly outright detrimental, to the point that there might be moles inside aiding the enemy.....

As of today, Aomo still fears that worst‑case scenario of his own conception, and the worst part is that every direction he has investigated so far proves that reality is rushing toward that very worst‑case path of his.

【Two Worlds Safety Bureau Case Investigation Explanation, Deep Doubts, Numerous Witnesses Give Conflicting Accounts】

【Transmigrant Well‑Outburst, Spiritual Transmigrants Urge That Soul‑Transmigrants Should Not Die Accidentally Due to Crystal Core Overkill, The Lives of Soul‑Transmigrants Are Also Lives!】

【Countless Destroyed Items in the Hangar Containment, Xingheng Heavy Industry Refuses to Take Responsibility】

【Overburdened with Affairs? Heaven Gate City's Various Police Stations Urge That the Incident Is Being Processed, Please Do Not Frequently Prompt】

【Unexpected! The Sky Divine Palace Oak Takes the Championship, Pointing the Sword at Autumn Splendor!】

The overly chaotic news column, with entertainment tabloid news and metropolitan TV station news all jammed together, but most of it still concerns recent turmoil.

The traffic concerning the Heaven Gate riot is so huge that it even pushed aside the oak‑tree race news that ought to have been up front.

Like most residents of Heaven Gate City, Aomo likewise couldn't care less about the Uma Musume races; he was flipping through pages that were either factual records or eye‑catching, and in a weary glance he noticed that one of the pinned avatars on the chat app he had logged into was lit up.

Apply for a duel... no, he sent the chat invitation request as well.

In less than two minutes he received the reply to wait another half hour before meeting again.

The unexpected need to wait—has Kailifu also been caught up in this disaster?

Before today, he hadn't paid it any mind.

After today, he has become very suspicious that Kailifu lives in this Heaven Gate City.

That reminder about the 'key' is also a point that's genuinely hard to ignore, but he still has more uncertain guesses that need information to prove; for that he should at least talk with the other party.

In a not‑so‑direct manner.