The atmosphere fell silent for a moment, and Xue Dili gasped quietly.
What does "this thing is troublesome, I've only figured out 92 solutions" even mean?
Originally, Xue Dili was prepared to pay the price to achieve his goal. He even felt his emotions had been sufficiently stirred, ready to accept all consequences. Suddenly, like a deflated pufferfish, he lost his dream.
"It is indeed troublesome. For me, having only this few solutions is its own kind of trouble," the Mimic Venerable King said arrogantly.
Xue Dili: "..."
The strongest in the cosmos, the ultimate biological computer, capable of setting up even a cross-world chat group in a few days if given a technical direction, the Mimic Venerable King, seems to have the right to say this...
Xue Dili didn't bother wasting words and started reviewing the solutions listed by the Mimic Venerable King.
Although many were listed, Xue Dili understood them broadly, dividing them into several categories.
