Chen Nan really did look as if he were listening to music, his head slightly tilted, his eyes narrowed in an intoxicated expression.
In truth, a storm was raging through his brain as it operated at full speed. This was another enormous benefit brought by his increased strength: using his brain at such high intensity no longer required glucose replenishment.
Inside his mind, several sine-function graphs leaped like rolling waves. Linked to those functions were rapid, clear three-dimensional images.
The images corresponded to the functions. After processes of identification and filtering, those three-dimensional images had become completely clear—they were images of three silver dice.
No matter what tricks Smiling Buddha had played on the dice, one thing could not be changed: the number of pips on them.
One pip was one indentation, and the sound produced by one indentation and by two indentations—or the way they conducted sound—was absolutely different.
No matter which point of the dice struck something, once the vibrations spread through the entire die, their properties would undergo all kinds of changes due to the different distribution of pip indentations.
Chen Nan was using those minute changes to rapidly determine the numbers.
As for separating those overlapping echoes, under Chen Nan's AI System, which had grown along with his strength, it was not especially difficult.
For an ordinary human brain, what Smiling Buddha had done could be said to be nearly perfect. Unfortunately, Chen Nan's brain, fused with the AI System, had long since departed from the realm of ordinary human brains.
The three-dimensional simulated images of the three dice rolling inside the dice cup had completely stabilized in Chen Nan's mind. A barely perceptible smile appeared on his face, because he was now entirely certain of the result. No matter what methods Smiling Buddha used, they