Defend Namsan Park

Chapter 101 A Solo Conspiracy
"Don't cry, my dear, I think we'll die together."

"Ok?"

"Haven't you heard of it?" Shang Lu said, "Wang Feng, who is half of the rock music scene, has a song called 'Orphan of a Beautiful World'."

As he spoke, he hummed a couple more lines:
Sometimes I feel lost, like a blade of grass; sometimes I feel empty, I don't know why. Time has passed, but I'm still here.

He always liked Wang Feng.

"Yes, yes, yes, I really like it," Wei Mao said.

“Tell me,” said Shang Lu, “how you aimed at it.”

"Look, look, look, look—"

“How do you aim at that thing?” Shang Lu said. “Boundless Laser Bodhisattva, Great X Bright Buddha, or 095 Spiral Angel, you’re all on another Earth.”

"Do you want to hear the complicated version or the simple version?"

"What do you mean by the complicated version?" Shang Lu asked. "And what about the simple version?"

"The complex version is quite complicated, I need a pen."

Shang Lu took a pen out of his breast pocket and handed it to Wei Mao.

"Be careful, this is a good pen, remember to return it to me when you're done."

The pen was a New Year's gift from Bai Shu. Addressing the strange problem of the office markers always mysteriously disappearing, Bai Shu prepared a specially made pen for Shang Lu. Using some kind of advanced technology, according to her, this pen has a lifespan of up to twenty years, and the writing it produces is as stubborn and indestructible as a quarantine stamp on a pig's rear end. It's a rare treasure, one of a kind in the world. Bai Shu said that in a person's life, besides an eyebrow pencil, all they need is this one pen.

Wei Mao raised an eyebrow, glanced at the pen in his hand, and casually tore down the "Remember the cycle, beware of radiation" sign pasted on the utility pole. He flipped it over, first drawing a large "G" in the blank space on the back, and then adding two small subscripts "μν" to the lower right corner of the G.

"Let's start with the field equations and build a basic Schwarzschild metric..."

"Stop, stop, stop, stop!" Shang Lu pressed him down, pulled the pen back and stuffed it into his pocket. "Why don't you start from the Big Bang? Don't bother deriving it from scratch. You wouldn't finish even if you did next year. Do you know how exhausting it is to listen to you talk? Forget about this complicated version, just tell me the simple version."

“The simplest version is the easiest,” Wei Mao said. “It’s based on intuition.”

"Damned?"

Wei Mao nodded.

“Of course, it’s not pure guesswork; it’s an intuition based on complex calculations,” Wei Mao said. “Computers handle 99.9% of the work, while the human brain manages the last 0.1%. With current technology and the assistance of the Dayi computing core, we can narrow down the possible locations of the Spiral Angel to a countable range. The more skilled and proficient you are in calculation, the smaller the target range becomes. When I first used Dayi for simulation training, I calculated a convergent result for the Spiral Angel’s position function, while others calculated a divergent result. In other words, for me, the Spiral Angel’s actions are predictable; for others, there are infinitely many possible locations for the Spiral Angel.” “Where did you calculate the convergence to?”

"The convergence is 6.189 × 10^16, which is the number of shots fired," Wei Mao explained. "This result means that, within the existing framework, the probability of a single shot hitting is 1/6.189 × 10^16. If you want to guarantee a 100% hit rate against the angel, you would need to fire at least 618.9 trillion shots."

Shang Lu was stunned by this enormous number. He silently counted in his mind several times: "ones, tens, hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, millions, tens of millions, billions, billions, hundreds of millions, trillions, trillions":
"Do you know how many stars there are in our entire Milky Way galaxy? Four hundred billion. That number is more than 150,000 Milky Way galaxies tied together. If you fire 10 shots per second, 600 shots per minute, and 36000 shots per hour, you would have to keep pulling the trigger for 200 million years to fire that many shots. You would have to keep firing from the Mesozoic Era until now, when dinosaurs were still alive and kicking."

“The accuracy has now dropped to single digits, hitting one out of five or three shots, but no matter how much we reduce it, it can never be reduced to 1.” Wei Mao waved his hand. “No matter how much we calculate, approximate, refine, or exhaust our efforts, we can’t achieve 100% one-shot accuracy. There will always be room for error, leeway, and distance. This is our limitation, and it is also the limitation of this world. You know Heisenberg’s uncertainty principle. This world is fuzzy at its core. Even if computers develop for another hundred years, that tiny 0.1% gap will still have to be crossed by humans—using intuition to choose the option you think is right.”

"A shot taken by mistake?"

Wei Mao nodded. Although Shang Lu's words were rough, they were essentially correct.

"Does the higher-ups know you're gambling?"

“The version shown at the top is complicated. To be frank, most of them can’t understand the content of the plan,” Wei Mao said. “We present the theoretical basis to our superiors to make it seem like we are confident, so our superiors agree with the action plan and the plan. What they really want is just determination.”

"The life and death of all mankind is decided by a tiny, select few," Shang Lu said. "This is a conspiracy."

Wei Mao nodded:
"You're right, it's a conspiracy, a conspiracy to build barriers to understanding using profound and obscure theories."

"So, this conspiracy—" Shang Lu pointed to the towering Super Barat Brahma Temple, Dragon Emperor Stan Gang, in the distance, "was orchestrated by several people?"

This question was somewhat unexpected. Wei Mao narrowed his eyes slightly and looked in the direction Shang Lu pointed, but did not focus on the tall building opposite.

"The expert group of Chengdu Science City, including General Manager Ji and other chief engineers and technical experts from the support base, consists of fifteen people. They form a committee, and all the plans to eliminate the 095th snail angel were jointly formulated by this committee. This is the official statement that everyone knows. Do you want to hear the unofficial version?"

Shang Lu turned his head and looked directly into Wei Mao's eyes with slight surprise. The latter's expression remained calm, like a deep pool of water.

"listen."

Wei Mao slowly raised one index finger:
"one."

Then he gently poked his chest with his index finger.

Shang Lu took a step back, an instinctive action, because a slow but immense power emanated from the deep water. He was certain that Wei Mao was mentally challenged, but this mentally challenged man was sent to assassinate a god—that was right, that was right! He had to possess and master such a powerful force, that incredible power, the one whose origin and source were unknown. Shang Lu saw it again. He had seen it in Shang Jun, he had seen it in Shen Jiang, and today he saw it in Wei Mao—yes, Wei Mao certainly possessed such power, otherwise how could he have climbed the giant machine to face the angels?
The continued shock made Shang Lu hold his breath. Where was the expert group? Where was the committee? Where was the joint formulation? Shang Lu saw the truth in the other party's eyes: From the very beginning, humanity was helpless against the Spiral Angel. From the very beginning, only one person had the ability to turn the tide—all the plans, determination, beliefs, and even possibilities for eliminating Spiral Angel No. 095, from theoretical models to the super giant gun, everything was built by Wei Mao alone.

In this life-or-death conspiracy, he was the only one from beginning to end!