A 0.5% Chance of Survival
The doctor breathed a sigh of relief and put on a smile again, "It's alright, sir. I understand the grief of losing a fellow countryman. So, is your consultation to treat the trauma caused by the death of a fellow countryman? We have environmental therapy, the price is—"
"Unnecessary."
Jabari interrupted him.
"I'm here to ask if you have any books in your collection, and also, if you know any methods to become stronger?"
"Uh... we do have a collection of books. Our organization has some books that can be reconstructed from memory, and we've also collected scattered records from the World Channel. As for methods to become stronger..."
He smiled, a smile tinged with helplessness.
"We'd like to know that too."
"I need some books," Jabari said. "The price is negotiable."
He paused, then added, "There's no way to become stronger... So what method is there to directly understand the gap between me and the world's top experts?"
The doctor's eyes lit up.
"Of course. The Gold Badge players have released the [Survival Potential Assessment Model]. This data and calculation method allows you to visually see the filter and Survival Debt. It also provides the survival strategies and forward-thinking vision of the world's top players..."
He pushed a stack of documents towards Jabari. The material was strange, like monster skin.
"Could you explain it to me in detail?" Jabari opened the documents.
"Of course, sir." The doctor nodded in satisfaction. "Are you familiar with the 'Survival Filter'?"
"I know a little bit." Jabari's gaze swept over the Text in the document. "It's about the survival rate that the World Channel was talking about recently, right?"
"Yes. The basis of this model is the assumption of a supreme Survivor. Using everything about him as a benchmark, we define his probability of Survival Game as 100%, and then calculate the success probabilities of other Survivors."
Jabari frowned. "That's harsh? Does that mean... no one in the world can beat the Survival Game 100% of the time using this model?"
"Yes," the doctor said, "Ye Fan, the world's only Supreme Survivor and True Savior, claims a 95% survival rate. The Scholar claims 85%. Goddess of Luck claims 100%. Ye Zizhen claims uncertainty..."
"Wait!" Jabari interrupted him, "Why are the probabilities for these people all so messed up?"
The doctor smiled sheepishly, "Top Survivors naturally have their own methods. This model doesn't apply to them. This model is for us relatively weaker players."
"Let me show you how to use it..."
Several tens of minutes later, Jabari walked out of the consultation room with the documents in his hand, feeling that he had wasted his money.
What does "0.5% survival probability" mean?
Jabari thought about it for a while and felt a bit uneasy, so he took out the data and calculated it again.
"First is the regional survival assessment. It's calculated based on organization, average data, the strong, and social structure. They've already done the calculations; out of 100, our region scored 62."
"Secondly, there's the current strength calculation method. Out of 100 points, I score 62."
"My understanding of Survival Systems is 29 points."
"Potential score... I haven't used Free Attribute Points, 79 points, that's very high."
"Conceptual Filter and strong existence risk, 65 points."
Finally, these are weighted and substituted into the calculation method...
"...0.5%, that's correct."
Five per thousand.
I've heard there are even fewer than one in hundreds of thousands on the World Channel.
"My God, what kind of monsters are those people... If the Survival System were a game, its balance system would be absolutely terrible."
Jabari lowered his head and continued reading the stack of documents. His gaze swept over the names, the data, the formulas, finally settling on the last few lines of small print—
No one can guarantee their survival in Survival Game, not even the most powerful and privileged players.
Do everything in your power to survive.
[Then... help others survive]
Jabari closed the document thoughtfully.
"Live on... help others live on."
Jabari opened the Survival System panel and signed up for today's Trait Dungeon.
Jabari had just Class Change five days ago, had reached the level that the system deemed sufficient to participate in the Trait Dungeon.
Next to compete against him were other Forbidden Class who had been stuck at the 20-point limit for a long time...
Just as Su Luo followed the Snailman into the third stage of the BOSS room, a message popped up at the edge of her field of vision.
[Qin Lang: Consultant Su, your Clone sent a message saying they can complete the Exploration Quest before the start of the third District War, and they're inquiring about your progress.]
He was slightly taken aback, then realized that Xiao Luo's Exploration Quest in the outside world was about to end.
They had been traveling for the past few days. Even though Su Luo was moving at breakneck speed, the distance was simply too far, and they still needed to explore those Era Fragment, which consumed a lot of time.
[Su Luo: I'll be there soon too.]
He replied briefly, closed the panel, and looked up ahead.
The Snailman had returned to his BOSS room. He stood in the center of the room, his millions of health points clearly visible above his head—a ridiculously high number resulting from the combined effects of the Desolation Plague. Su Luo, on the other hand, only had a few dozen health points left.
The Snailman looked at Su Luo, then at himself, and hesitated for a moment.
Then he stepped aside, clearing the way for the door to the next floor.
"You can go to the fourth floor now," he said.
Su Luo nodded.
Then he raised his hand.
A black flame flickered from his fingertips and landed on the Snailman.
The Snailman's body twisted, shrank, and Annihilation in the flames, turning into a wisp of smoke before it could even scream.
Su Luo withdrew her hand, her expression calm.
He didn't want any unexpected events to occur. Now that things had come to this point, he wanted to nip all possible risks in the bud.
Kill them, and the problem will be solved.
This stage of the boss fight doesn't involve treasure chests, but rather a large door that slowly opens as the Snailman dies.
Let's go.
Su Luo turned to look at Iron Guard and Jingjing, both of whom seemed somewhat bewildered.
After all, the Observers are dead; they rarely reached this height, their memories are few and vague.
Su Luo first collected Blood Moon's Relics, then reached out and pushed the Machine Fortress in front.
"You go first," he said.
"I can't take it."
"You are the builder of the Tower; it wouldn't bear to harm you."
"... Do you even believe what you're saying?" Machine Fortress sighed, stepped forward, and walked through the door.
The view behind the door was different from any of the previous floors.
Mist.
A thick, impenetrable gray Mist surged in from all directions, enveloping everything. Su Luo could feel that the ground beneath her feet was solid, but she couldn't see anything more than three meters away.
Only a vague outline could be seen deep within the Mist.
He walked forward.
The Mist gradually dissipated.