Chapter 349: 0297 Enthusiastic Senior Tom_1
"The damn guy finally left..."
Listening to the hurried footsteps fading down the corridor, the young man with a lazy expression slumped his shoulders and exhaled a long breath of relief.
*Thankfully, he reacted quickly, exerting all his might and forced a 66% evasion rate on the dice, or else he would have been caught to help.*
According to the probabilities given by the dice, as a mber of the Purification Bureau’s Virgin Branch, as long as he got involved in this Scales Gold Sect incident, the probability of getting besieged was 66%, the probability of a killing spree was also 66%, the probability of a death battle with the Holy Spirit was still 66%, and even the probability of encountering the True God was equally maxed at 66%!
However, it was a relief that if he got involved in this incident, the probability of being gravely injured was almost nonexistent because the death rate for those involved in this incident was a freaking 99%!
Looking at the two "6" dice on the table flipped upside down into a "99," Tom stood up from behind the door, patted a bundle tightly bound with a broad grin on his face, and said gratefully,
"Jerry, we managed to dodge another bullet this ti."
"Mmm! Mmm! Mmm-mmm!"
"Don’t be ungrateful. I’m saving you!"
Seeing his good brother looking angrily at him with a window-cleaning cloth stuffed in his mouth, and the equally tightly tied golden retriever beside him, Tom, with a face still quite handso, couldn’t help but show a hint of misunderstood lancholy, then took the cloth out with resignation.
"Pah! Damn you, Tom! Damn you!"
After spitting out the dust and hair in his mouth, Jerry, whose Tongue regained freedom, opened his mouth, imdiately launching two rounds of heart-felt curses and then angrily continued,
"You said you needed my help, and it turns out your ’help’ was sneak-attacking , tying
up, and locking
up?"
"I told you I was saving you, but I didn’t have ti to explain then."
Sitting down next to Jerry, Tom earnestly began to explain,
"Didn’t you see, that newcor was looking for soone to help. If you hadn’t been caught by , you’d definitely end up being dragged by him to be cannon fodder and would never return!"
"That serious?"
Seeing Tom didn’t seem to be joking, Jerry couldn’t help being startled, then suspiciously asked,
"Isn’t your dice supposed to show a maximum of 66% probability? How can you be sure there’s no return?"
"Because ’66%’ and ’66%’ are not the sa!"
Pointing at the two "6"s facing up but flipped upside down on the dice, Tom, filled with lingering fear, said,
"Right now you see it’s 66%, but if you flip 66 upside down, it becos 99%, and now those two dice indicate the death probability if you get caught up, so do you understand why I had to tie you up now?"
"..."
After hearing Tom’s explanation, Jerry’s mouth opened and closed slightly twice, then with a sowhat complicated expression said,
"What about Leon and Emma? With them getting caught up, according to the probability you rolled, doesn’t that an they..."
"You take care of yourself!"
Rolling his eyes at his good brother, Tom said with exasperation,
"Emma’s powerful! She not only has the strongest Undying Body below the God Tier, but she also holds the [Key of the Fallen] connecting the Realm of the Dead. Few understand death better than her. Even if she truly dies, she can try to co back. As for Leon..."
Thinking of the black-haired, black-eyed, slender figure with multiple wings he saw during his dice divination, Tom shuddered slightly, feeling as if soone was watching him from the shadows.
Not to ntion, his future was at the level of the True God, and he felt even stronger than the director at his peak. The probability of such a person dying prematurely wasn’t zero, but it’s certainly much less than his own; needless to say, he had no place to worry on behalf of others.
"There’s no need to worry about Leon either... He has quite a few trump cards, so he should make it through. In situations where you and I are dead for sure, they can at least struggle a bit."
Giving a vague and ambiguous answer, Tom patted the arm of his good brother, offering earnest advice with a sincere expression,
"There’s a saying in the Kingdom across the sea, ’If your plate is big enough, the steak you can eat is big enough.’ At our level, we can’t handle this situation, so don’t blindly follow along, lest we end up causing trouble for others and losing our lives.
"Moreover, there’s another saying from the Kingdom across the sea, ’Destiny first, luck second, where you live third, helping others and making friends fourth, reading books fifth.’
"In my understanding of this saying, one must have faith in destiny. If destiny has predetermined a result for you, then no matter how hard you try, it’s useless... hmm? Why do you keep looking behind ?"
Following his good brother’s gaze behind him and seeing the face of delight outside the window glass, Tom shuddered involuntarily, then instinctively looked at the dice on the table.
Sure enough, there was a barely noticeable layer of black gas swirling around his two dice, a silent manifestation of the "misfortune" trait gained from revealing too much about the future...
Damn this accursed fate!
...
"Senior Tom! I’m coming in!"
With an expression of wanting to cry but no tears, Leon, who had co back to search Jerry senior’s office for explosives, swung open the door with a delighted expression, urgently saying,
"Senior Emma is in trouble! The Scales Gold Sect had an ambush, hit by a Snake Spirit bite, she’s in great danger, urgently needs our support! Senior Tom! Uh... what’s going on here?"
"Nothing... just... testing an escape Anomalous Object... hehe..."
Lying through his teeth with a sowhat panicked expression, Tom, while secretly rolling dice to refuse the invitation, forced a laugh and rambled,
"Um... about Emma... it’s not that I don’t want to help, it’s mainly that according to the probability I rolled..."
*Roll, roll*
The sound of dice rolling on the table made Tom look over in astonishnt, discovering a spectral hand that had appeared beside his dice, curling a finger to give a gentle flick, altering the dice’s facing, then pointed at him loaded with warning.
"..."
"Senior Tom?"
Turning back to look at the two dice showing six upward but just perfectly upside down, Leon asked back with so confusion,
"Senior, what probability did you roll this ti? Is it the success rate of saving Senior Emma?"
"..."
*Of course, I rolled the probability of refusing to help you, leading you to hold a future grudge against ...*
Looking at the dice that flipped to a 99% probability and then at Leon’s right hand, which was identical to the spectral hand, unlucky Tom sniffed with a sour nose, tears brimming as he answered,
"No, I rolled the probability of helping this ti... Rest assured, this ti it’s about you and Emma’s safety, so I’ll absolutely not shirk!"
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