Lust, Never Panicked; Black Swan Event

Unfazed by the current situation, Xie Antong acted as if that idiotic Number Seven's actions had never happened and continued with her work.

Even after several rounds of brain enhancement, various potions, and divine power buffs, she still knew that before the universe, her intellect was no more than a drop in the ocean.

She did not expect to control or predict the world already.

In fact, if she were truly given every parameter of the entire world right now, her only fate would be for her brain to explode.

There was no other possibility. The more one reached her level, the more one understood the terror of "information."

So, she pursued no certainty, only probability. High probability was all she needed!

Therefore, she had already factored every possible issue with her teammates into her calculations.

All she needed to do was do everything humanly possible!

"Two, fire now. Coordinates (10,12)!"

"Two, fire now. Coordinates (01,95)!"

"Two, fire once the coordinates appear before your eyes. Coordinates (63,08)!"

"..."

One orderly command after another was issued, like a precision instrument.

Moreover, these successive, even simultaneous commands were only directed at her. To everyone else here, they could only hear the orders concerning themselves!

This way, as long as she did not panic, this situation would not fall into chaos.

For a time, the dozen or so remotely controlled Apostles became the most disciplined unit in the world. This rabble, who did not know one another at all, was forcibly coordinated into seamless cooperation through remote control.

It was as if she were playing chess, with the sky as her board!

That perfect situation from before did not reappear for the moment. The Apostles were all puzzled—why were they constantly being told to fire at empty air?

Though they suspected Blank's judgment