Chapter 124 Double Happiness Town (Twenty-five) Probability Theory
Probability is an ordinary and mysterious thing.
It runs through life from beginning to end, and seems to be closely connected with the ultimate answer to the world.
Ideally, if you toss a coin a hundred times, the probability of getting heads fifty times, and if you toss a hundred coins at once, the probability of getting heads fifty times It's the same.
The former is a linear concept of time, and the latter is a flat concept of space; and with the help of probability, time and space are cleverly integrated. How is this not a wonderful thing?
As early as he became an official player, Ziss realized the special nature of the concept of "probability" in weird games.
The initial success rate of his skill "Soul Contract" is 20%. The judgment method is to throw two ten-sided dice to see if the points are greater than 80.
In fact, the judgment method is changed to specifying twenty numbers. Hitting any one will be judged as successful, and the effect is the same; the reason why it is expressed as "big and small" is probably just to facilitate players' understanding.
Just like now, the success rate of "Soul Contract" has increased to 23%. If the number of points is greater than 77, it will be judged as a success. It can also be understood that there are twenty-three random numbers, and any one of them needs to be hit.
After experiencing the copy of "Hopeless Sea", Qiss learned a lot of information, and then discovered that "probability" runs through the entire game.
Lu Li's [Gift of Akso] has a success rate of 10%, Ye Linsheng's [Seal of Hammurabi] has a success rate of 10%, and so on.
This traces back to the novice pool. In the side mission on the third floor of the "Rose Manor" copy, the "three-door problem" is also the same; if Chang Xu hadn't defeated ten levels with one effort, he would have really had to find a way to bet on that three-door problem. A two-thirds probability of survival.
This is not a test of intelligence, but a test of luck. Luck means variables, which may increase the drama of events, but often make the development of things uncontrollable.
In the official pool of known weird games, the ratio of massacre players to ordinary players has always been stable at one to four; a game full of probability cannot form such a stable ratio unless there is external force. put one's oar in.
In this way, probability becomes a plaything that high-dimensional beings can play with at will: if you want a certain player to succeed, he will succeed; if you want a certain player to die, he will die.
This may be the essential means of maintaining balance in this game, but it must not be mentioned on the table; an unfair game cannot allow players to devote all their efforts. Once this "unfairness" is known to everyone, chaos will occur. and mutiny are the inevitable result.
One of the key points of Qisi's layout is gambling. The being behind the strange game is as afraid of trouble as he is, and does not want anything that could undermine stability to happen.
Another key point is based on the theory that "probability can be fixed".
The weird game told him that the definition of 20% success rate is [out of one hundred throws, twenty times will be judged as success].
In the copy of "Hopeless Sea", Lu Li fixed the success rate of all probability props at 0% by using the props in advance, thereby creating a pseudo-random fog.
What Qiss wants to do is to "eat up" the failure rate through multiple failed skill activations, leading to a 100% success.
In the early morning of the day before, when he realized that Xu Wen was dead, Qisi had a bad premonition.
In the silence with only one person awake, he looked up at the dark void and said to himself: "In experiments that limit the total number of times and limit the results, the specific data can be inferred. The success rate of 23%, In other words, as long as I fail seventy-seven times, the seventy-eighth time will definitely be judged as a success.”
“If I still fail the seventy-eighth time—” Qisi paused deliberately for a moment and smiled. Ghostly, "Either you marked the wrong probability, or you did some manipulation. It seems that no matter what the situation is, it's not good for your credibility."
I don't know if there are any existences in the void. He didn't listen to his threats, but he didn't care.
He prepared a series of terms that would never be allowed in weird games, such as "clear the level immediately", "blow up the copy", "destroy the game", etc. He would roll the dice whenever he had time.
The second before going down the well, Qiss rolled the dice exactly seventy-seven times, all of which failed.
Whether he can succeed in the seventy-eighth time depends on whether the entire layout can be realized, and... whether he can successfully pass the level.
If it succeeds, everyone will be happy; if it fails, Qiss will truly be trapped in this copy.
——He will use the half hour after leaving the dungeon to leave his last words, and hand over important information to Liu Yuhan to spread, detonating the player base.
Qisi clearly knew that he was forced to a dead end. All decisions are like walking a tightrope, betting on an extremely low probability, and if there is a slight deviation, it will be doomed; and that "extremely low probability" happens to be the best choice among all options.
On the contrary, he was relieved, feeling that since a god with the same personality as Qi wanted to kill him, and his handiwork and formations were impressive enough, it would not be unfair for him to die in this copy.
So, with a mentality of taking a chance before death, he activated the "Soul Contract" skill for the seventy-eighth time.
At that time, Qiss asked his corpse: "It's still early, are you interested in signing a contract?"
The corpse gave him a stiff smile and stared at him.
Qisi raised his head slightly and read word by word: "After I die, the gods in this copy are forbidden to move."
The corpse repeated with a smile: "After I die, the gods in this copy are forbidden to move. ”
The blood-colored smoke curled up and condensed into a misty paper roll in the void, on which golden handwriting laboriously engraved words.
After each stroke is written, blood drops drip from the edge of the paper roll, and when it touches the ground, it disperses into a dense mist.
Chisi's face was as pale as a ghost, as if the scroll was made of his blood, and every centimeter and every inch was burning his soul.
Feelings of suffocation and pain followed one after another. There were two completely opposite forces fighting with his soul and body as their home ground. One force tore him apart, and the other kneaded him together.
On the system interface, big bloody characters were scrawled:
[The ineffable great existence glanced at you, and your skill "Soul Contract" has changed]
< br>The prompt box related to the "Soul Contract" skill popped up uncontrollably, shaking as it popped up. Countless translucent boxes were stacked together, like an error interface after a virus in a computer.
Qisi felt as if his brain was being pierced by countless steel needles from all angles. His vision was bloodshot red. He squinted several times before finally seeing the text in the prompt box clearly.
[Name: Soul Contract]
[Effect: You can claim to enter into a contract with any being. After the contract is successfully concluded, no entity shall refuse to perform the contract obligations]
[Remarks: In each copy It can only be used three times. After the limit is exceeded, the player will be transformed into a ghost]
Looking at the last line of restrictions that were obviously added urgently, Qisi smiled silently: "This is right."
He still couldn't understand why no player had thought of such a simple method of "eating" the failure rate in thirty-six years.
He reviewed the game himself and found out that other players' skills had a limit on the number of times. "Kaitan Notes" could only be used four times in a copy, and "Puppet Master" could only control three players in a copy, including one new parasite.
——And his "soul contract" has no limit on the number of times.
Even, there is no substantial penalty for failure; theoretically he can use it an unlimited number of times.
I don’t know if there is a bug in the weird game settings, or if Qi helped him use the back door, but don’t let this kind of advantage go to waste.
Of course, it seems now that everything is certain.
The loophole can only be exploited once, and Ziss has to use this precious opportunity to survive from the evil god; after this time, the rules will close this loophole and rebalance the player's strength.
Chis even wondered if this was part of Qi's plan. First, he would be given some means to save his life, and then he would use the power of the contract to lure out an evil god who was hostile to him...
< br>As for what benefits he can get from it, this is not what Qisi can think of now.
Qisi lowered his head and watched seriously as the four words "Forbidden by Gods" were tremblingly written on the long blood-colored scroll, and then he breathed a sigh of relief. He looked up at his body and read new words: "After I die, you will become me and inherit all my thoughts, memories, emotions and behavioral choices."
"At this moment, I voluntarily give up all the props and skills on my body; after you leave this dungeon as a player, you will obtain them again."
When Chis said this, he tilted his head and revealed a slightly With a narrow smile: "I'm not sure if you are 'me', but that doesn't matter, right?"
"If you are a human, then survive from the hands of ghosts; if you are a ghost, then Then hunt humans with them. Maybe because they wear the "ghost" skin, those humans will think it's natural for you to kill them. After all, they have always been a kind of contradictory creature that is used to tolerating evil spirits and demanding their own kind. . ”
“Finally, I wish you a good time!”
Qisi made a rare blessing and made himself laugh.
He couldn't help but bend over and laugh out loud. Seeing this, the corpse laughed wildly with him.
The identical laughter linked together, echoing into a gloomy echo at the bottom of the narrow well, lingering for a long time.
Amidst the laughter, the two ten-sided dice rolled gurglingly, and finally settled on one spot.
——Two "10", 100 points, a big success!
……
In the dark night, the young man put away the blade, and the warm blood stained his fingertips, dispelling some of the chill.
He sniffed the smell of blood and watched coldly as Shang Qingbei fell to the ground with dead eyes, and was instantly overwhelmed by all kinds of ghosts and monsters.
After confirming that Shang Qingbei could not die anymore, he began to study the changes in his field of vision.
First of all, in the upper left corner of the line of sight, a light gray system interface appeared, but it was completely blank, not even an overview of the copy was written, like a simple program that had just been restarted after a crash.
Then there is the item bar at the bottom of the line of sight. The icons of the items placed on him, such as [Destiny Pocket Watch] and [Rose Heart], appear one by one.
...and nothing more.
Good news, he finally lost that cheating [Humanoid Evil Spirit] identity card, and he will no longer have to be stared at by evil gods when playing games in the future.
Bad news, [Ghost Driver's Recorder] and [Poseidon's Scepter], these two props that were stored in the props inventory and were not directly transferred to him, now even have their shadows gone.
The existence of the skill "Soul Contract" is also unknown.
The young man's face looked ugly for a moment, but quickly calmed down.
Although it feels uncomfortable to lose half of important items, the contract has stated that after he leaves the dungeon, he will "acquire them again."
As for whether it can be realized, we will have to wait until we clear the dungeon to find out.
"From now on, I am Qisi." The young man stated calmly, raised his hand and touched his heart, but found no beating.
Obviously he is still in a ghostly state. Although the system interface is back, and there is a memory of Zeiss in the world below the well in his mind, including the confrontation with God, but whether he is considered a player or a ghost now, I am afraid I have to ask Schrödinger.
Chis actually doesn’t have much obsession with being a human being, and he doesn’t have much sense of belonging and identity for the “human” race.
It's such a simple thing to avoid being chased by ghosts when you're a human, and avoid being chased by heavenly masters when you're a ghost. The only trouble is -
His body is still in the weird game. If he is judged to be "Ghosts" may be trapped in this copy and unable to get out.
Double Happiness Town may be large as a dungeon, but it is still too small compared to a world. Qisi felt that if he was really allowed to live in this poor place for ten or twenty years, he would definitely go crazy.
"Well, Shang Qingbei was killed by me, Liu Bingding is in danger, and Du Xiaoyu is not expected to live long; 'Li Yao' is an NPC, so there is no need to consider it. According to the guaranteed death toll mechanism, I have to live even if I don't Alive.”
“Any change in details will cause huge turmoil, especially the core rules related to the power structure. I hope Weird Game will not find someone to resurrect.”
Qisi's fingers tapped the side of his legs one after another, and a few drops of blood soaked into the black trousers, making it difficult to see clearly.
The sad sound of the suona sounded strangely, and wisps of red smoke spread like a gauze. Xu Yao's figure was looming in the red mist.
She was dressed in a complicated red wedding dress, with a light blush on her bluish-white face. She didn't look scary, just charming - just like the image of the Goddess of Joy in the Temple of Joy.
There was no sign of Du Xiaoyu beside her.
The effect of cognitive distortion has been lifted, and Qisi can easily recall the whole story of how she replaced Li Yao and infiltrated the player group.
The mysteries are solved one by one. In the conventional bloody plot, either someone is dying or the dungeon is about to end.
Qisi leaned against the wall and asked with a smile: "Is Du Xiaoyu dead?"
"Dead." Xu Yao also smiled, her smile without warmth, even with her. Si's eyes seemed to be looking at a corpse.
Qisi didn't take this seriously: "Now it seems that I should be able to leave alive. Do you have anything to tell me?"
Xu Yao asked back: "You want to know What?”
Qisi raised his eyelids and looked at her: "For example, why do you want to stay in this town and kill people who stray into it?"
Xu Yao smiled "heehee", her laughter was like a silver bell, Showing a bit of girlish charm.
“We have been trapped at the bottom of the well for too long, so as soon as He offered to help us leave, I agreed to the deal with Him. As long as I do my best to kill everyone who comes to the town, A hundred years later, I and all the girls trapped in the town can be resurrected, even if I can't leave, just letting them leave is worth it in my opinion."
Qisi Bu. He asked coldly: "Have you ever considered that the people you have killed now are likely to exceed the people you can save in the future?"
"Haha, so what?" Xu Yao laughed mockingly, "Anyway, most of the people I kill are damned men. Occasionally, a few women are the same as those stinky men. They meddle in other people's business and want to save them. It's better to die!"
There was undisguised resentment and cruelty brewing in her eyes, and she seemed to be convinced of her own logic.
Qisi nodded as he was taught, with a smile on his lips: "Using oppositional thinking to divide ethnic groups into different groups, and exchanging the death of one group for the life of another group is a very twisted utilitarianism. It’s interesting.”
“But it’s very effective.” Xu Yao’s expression did not change.
Qisi shook his head and sighed: "This shows that you still regard yourself as a human being. Do ghosts need a reason to kill? Only those who don't kill need a reason, right? To be honest, I like Xu Wen's view very much. You Kill them just because you are better than them."
Xu Yao's eyes widened and she looked at Qisi with a psychotic look, almost asking, "Am I a ghost or are you a ghost?" .
Qisi looked at the woman's astonished eyes and knew that the other party could not understand his interests. He could not help but feel lonely, alone and lacking in interest.
He stroked the fate pocket watch on his wrist and changed the topic: "Have you ever seen 'him' again so long after your death?"
Hearing this, Xu Yao had a look on her face. Very anxious and aggrieved: "Have you seen him? Where is he?"
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