Belobog.
Central Square.
In the current scene.
Qingyi and Lynx have made new progress in repairing the Jade Abacus.
They are further revealing the experiences of Igor during his lifetime.
In the scene.
Igor contacted a company executive.
A Intellitron tycoon named Ibrahim.
"Igor, after listening to your speech, my empathy module flickered with a spark of sadness. Even coolant couldn't extinguish this flame of sorrow," the mechanical voice said.
"Then, will you dispatch troops to reclaim the market that is on the verge of collapse, Mr. Ibrahim?" Igor's voice carried a hint of hope.
The response was a cold refusal.
"Sorry, I can't. Every business decision must be based on rationality."
"Your hometown occupies only 0.5 per ten thousand of the transportation capacity on the Building Material Logistics Department's business map; in the resource allocation of the Traditional Project Department, it is so small as to be almost non-existent."
"Mr. Ibrahim, what you call almost non-existent is my everything," Igor's voice trembled.
"Try your luck at the Luofu of the Xianzhou Alliance, they are currently hosting the Luminary Wardance. The people of Xianzhou have always prided themselves on benevolence, they have helped many planets ravaged by the Denizens of Abundance... perhaps they will show some mercy."
"But child, I must remind you, the martial arts of the Xianzhou people are not just ordinary cyber boxing."
"You rejected all the prizes and rewards just to talk to me for ten minutes. So when you leave, please at least take my most sincere wishes with you!"
On the square.
The falling snowflakes were originally a poetic embellishment.
But now they created a desolate atmosphere!
Many citizens of Belobog had already burst into tears.
Visitors from afar couldn't help but fall silent or sigh.
Someone couldn't help but exclaim, "If only the Cloud Knights could descend like divine soldiers and eliminate all the Ashen Legion on this planet!"
"But back then, the Xianzhou Alliance was also in a state of self-preservation..."
"Seven hundred years ago, when Shuhu's army was about to invade, the Alliance would soon face a great war."
"The aftermath of the Second Denizens of Abundance Wars had not yet subsided, and soon came the Sedition of Imbibitor Lunae..."
"Wuwuwu... Igor back then was so desperate..."
"In the universe, this insignificant little white dot is my everything!"
"Seeing Igor say this, I couldn't hold back, I cried."
The square was filled with sorrow.
Many visitors forgot they were here for tourism.
Instead, they were immersed in the emotional ups and downs brought by watching the scene!
Soon.
Luka's next match began.
His opponent was also known as the Iron Arm.
When that deep mechanical voice sounded.
Many people on the square were stunned!
It really was Svarog!
Another familiar face!
"I must apologize to you, Luka—I concealed the fact that I anonymously participated in the Martial Ceremony," Svarog spoke from the arena.
"You didn't believe I could win, so you also joined the Martial Ceremony to increase the chances of Belobog's victory, right?" Luka asked.
"This has nothing to do with belief, Luka. It's a rational calculation—mathematically, your chances of winning were slim, but Belobog needed this victory."
Svarog's cold voice carried a resolute tone,
"So I entered the competition. This way, no matter which of us wins, it will bring honor to Belobog."
...
"Holy crap! It really is Svarog!"
"Oh my god, I'm actually watching a Belobog civil war at the Martial Ceremony!"
"Belobog is really on the rise!"
"So Svarog didn't doubt Luka; he just calculated that his participation would increase the odds."
"As expected of Svarog, always thinking big picture!"
"Can't deny Svarog succeeded—no matter who wins this fight, Belobog is guaranteed to advance."
"This feels a bit absurd! In reality, even if you replayed this a hundred times, such a scenario might never happen. With so many powerful fighters in the universe, Yu Ling chose to showcase the most extreme possibility!"
"Yu Ling: This galaxy can accommodate any possibility."
...
Inside the Belobog spacecraft.
Everyone was momentarily stunned!
Both Luka and Svarog had made it to the finals!
This...
was truly unexpected!
With so many strong competitors, Belobog actually made it to the end?
Or perhaps...
this was yet another instance of Yu Ling's favor toward Belobog?
In any case.
The story has reached this point.
Even the players of Belobog themselves are utterly confused!
At this rate.
It's entirely possible that the reigning champion, Yanqing, might suddenly get a stomachache, allowing Luka to win the championship without even fighting!
Belobog is truly enveloped by a stroke of great fortune!
"Sigh… what should we do now, Boss Svarog? Are we going to have a Belobog civil war?" Luka asked.
"At this point, there seems to be no other choice."
"I couldn't defeat you last time. Based on mathematical probability, I probably still can't this time." Luka shook his head with a smile.
"Your calculation is flawed, Luka. Based on mathematical probability, your chance of winning—is unknown."
"Because there are variables I haven't accurately determined, I cannot draw a conclusion."
Facing Luka's surprised gaze.
Svarog softly spoke the answer—
"Your growth…"
"I am an outdated robot. No matter how many pull-ups I do, I'll only wear out my joints, not grow stronger. But you're different—with accumulated experience, you'll only become stronger."
...
"Hearing Svarog say he's an outdated robot suddenly made me tear up."
"There was a time when Svarog was the most powerful robot in my heart!"
"The weight behind the title 'Boss Svarog'—Belobog players know what it means!"
"When I first saw Svarog, I felt an overwhelming sense of pressure, and now it's actually…"
"Even though it's just a robot, it somehow feels like a hero past his prime!"
"Let me shout it one last time: Help me, Mr. Svarog!!!"
"Svarog: I've been phased out."
"[Galaxy Mall reminds you: Order the latest mechanical parts now, and enjoy free delivery and installation services! Boost your robot's combat power! A second spring for Boss Svarog is not a dream!]"
...
"Contestant Luka! The man who creates miracles!"
"By the Amber King! How magnificent this clash of iron arms is!"
"I declare! The winner of this match, and the one who has the chance to challenge the reigning champion, is—Iron Arm Luka!!!"
As Owlbert's commentary concluded.
It also marked the final outcome of this battle.
"Boss Svarog, you didn't go easy on me, did you?" Luka asked.
"No, I didn't hold back. You just defeated me at my full strength."
"Take a good rest. Next, you'll face the reigning swordsman of Luofu."
Luka was still in disbelief.
After a moment of silence.
He asked again, "Boss Svarog, based on your rational calculations… do you think I have a chance to defeat Yanqing?"
"My calculations aren't important to you. You should step onto the stage and experience that battle for yourself—that's what matters more to you."
"Understood. I'll give it my all!"
...
"Translation: No chance."
"In plain terms: No hope, go play, lose quickly and come back for dinner~"
"How did Svarog's emotional intelligence get so high?"
"As an Intellitron, Svarog's hardware may deteriorate, but the software can be optimized (emotional intelligence has improved!)"
"Luka has come this far, and that's already impressive."
"Don't tell me Luka ends up defeating Yanqing too—that would defy all logic…"
"Belobog has gone completely wild!"
"They said Belobog had no strength, but now they're almost clearing the Martial Arts Ceremony!"
"Company executives: The computational power of Jarilo VI in the business sector has suddenly increased more than tenfold. What's going on!?"
...