68: 0% win rate! This is driving me crazy!
Su Jue was speechless.
He was suffering inside.
He sat blankly in the cockpit of the human emperor no. 1, which was as spacious as a palace. His head buzzed as Elizabeth's cold and heartless "oracle" echoed repeatedly in his mind.
He admitted that his foundation was a bit solid.
His constitution was a bit abnormal.
The laws he knew... were just a tiny bit messy.
But that didn't mean he could take on a well-equipped, well-trained interstellar fleet all by himself!
What was that?
Those were hundreds of interstellar warships!
Those were thousands of Star-destroying Cannons that could level mountain ranges in an instant!
Those were over ten thousand Federation soldiers equipped with Power Armor!
Not to mention, there were definitely powerhouses of the Domain Transformation Realm and Divine Ability Realm stationed in the fleet!
With his meager True Essence, would charging in even be enough to fill the gaps between their teeth during a single volley?
He would probably be blasted into cosmic dust on the spot. He wouldn't even have time to activate the Power of Creation and Destruction before it was GG!
"That old woman... she's definitely doing this on purpose!"
Su Jue's teeth itched with rage.
He was now 100% certain that Elizabeth just didn't like him!
Seeing him piloting the human emperor no. 1 and sweeping through everything made her feel unbalanced!
Her painstakingly raised Dragon Race elites were still playing in the mud, while you, a picked-up human brat, are already piloting a Gundam and tearing down the universe?
How could she endure this?
He had to be sanctioned!
She had to increase the difficulty for him by a billion points!
"She's so petty..."
Su Jue curled his lip and muttered in a low voice.
But complaints aside, and anger aside.
Su Jue knew very well that Elizabeth's word was law.
The Dragon Race's method of education was just that simple and crude.
If you can do it, you're awesome, and you get a reward.
If you can't, you die. If you die, you deserve it; trash doesn't deserve to live.
Although his cheap father, Ao Yuan, doted on him, on such matters of principle, he would definitely stand on the same side as Elizabeth.
Counting on him to plead for mercy?
Not a chance.
He might even clap and cheer, thinking, "My son should have the courage to face ten thousand people alone."
"Sigh..."
Su Jue let out a long sigh. An exhaustion known as being a "corporate slave" welled up from the depths of his soul.
He didn't feel like some foster son of the Dragon Race or some successor of the Human Emperor.
He was just a miserable worker.
He had just painstakingly completed one KPI, and before he could catch his breath, the boss immediately assigned him a new task that was even more insane and impossible to complete.
And it was even called: Young man, I have high hopes for you; this is a trial for you.
Trial my foot!
"xiao pu."
Su Jue called out weakly.
"King, I am here."
prometheus's voice immediately rang out in the cockpit.
"Analyze this: without using the human emperor no. 1 or any external mecha units, what is the probability of me successfully taking on a standard Federation Seventh Fleet alone?"
"Calculating..."
prometheus's core began to operate at faster-than-light speeds.
0.01 seconds later.
"Reporting, King. Based on your current energy level of the 'Fourth Level of the True Essence Realm' and the Data models of your mastery over various laws..."
"The probability of you surviving on the frontal battlefield for more than ten seconds is: 0.003%."
"The probability of annihilating the enemy fleet is: 0."
A huge, bright red "0" appeared on the holographic screen in front of Su Jue.
It was followed by a long string of decimal points and even more "0"s.
"..."
Su Jue's eye twitched.
Good grief.
You're really honest, aren't you?
You won't even give me a 0.00001% consolation prize?
"However, King," prometheus's voice sounded again. "This Data model does not take into account the Power of Creation and Destruction or the Primordial Human Ancestral Blood within your body."
"Because these two items have already exceeded the scope of my database's understanding and cannot be quantified."
"If these 'variables' are considered..."
prometheus paused for a moment, seemingly performing even more complex calculations.
"...the probability of success still approaches zero."
Su Jue: "..."
Fine, shut up.
I don't want to hear it anymore.
Su Jue waved his hand, turned off the holographic screen, and slumped into the pilot's seat like a puddle of mud.
A direct confrontation was definitely out of the question.
Then he could only... win by strategy.
But how?
A heavily guarded interstellar fleet was like an iron turtle armed to the teeth; there was simply no way to bite into it.
Unless... Su Jue's eyes suddenly narrowed slightly.
Unless he could bypass its hard shell and directly attack its soft interior.
For example... disintegrating it from the inside?
A bold idea flashed through his mind like lightning.
"xiao pu, can you analyze the model of the Seventh Fleet's flagship and the level of their internal network firewall?"
"Reporting, King. According to the public Federation military Data intercepted from K-7 Planet, the Seventh Fleet's flagship is a 'Thor-class' heavy cruiser. Its 'Aegis' system firewall is military A+ grade encryption."
"With the current computing power of Shelter No. 73, a forced breach would take at least seventy-two standard hours, and there is a 98% probability of being counter-tracked by the opponent."
"That tough?"
Su Jue clicked his tongue.
It seemed that relying on the xiao pu to act as a hacker and directly break into the enemy's system wouldn't work either.
But... who said it had to be hacked from the outside?
Su Jue's gaze fell on his system panel.
That line: [Data Law Affinity: (10%)]... Ever since he devoured that Artificial Black Hole and obtained the "Digitized Dragon Body," his perception of the world had undergone earth-shattering changes.
Everything, in his eyes, seemed capable of being deconstructed into the most basic "0"s and "1"s.
Then... what about himself?
Could he also completely transform his body into a "Data stream"?
If he could... wouldn't he be able to follow the network signal like a real "virus" and "inject" himself directly into the interior of the enemy's flagship?!
As soon as this idea appeared, it was like a wild weed growing out of control!
This was too crazy!
But it was also too... exciting!
Once successful, he would become a ghost wandering within the enemy's heart!
The entire fleet would become his hunting ground!
"Gurgle..."
Just as Su Jue was getting excited about his genius plan, his stomach growled at an inopportune time.
Successive battles, especially firing the Gravitational Collapse Cannon twice, plus the brainstorming just now, made his already empty body let out the strongest protest.
Hungry.
Crazy hungry.
He felt like he could swallow a Starry Sky Behemoth right now.