"Feasible. If your 'plan' succeeds, it will increase our chances of victory by 5% to 7%. If the war drags on for fifty years, that figure may rise to 20%. If it lasts two hundred years, our chances of victory could exceed 50%."
Shuichi's judgment amounted to the final answer.
Within the hastily assembled "Chat Room," seven demigods and two former True Gods held a vote.
"I still abstain. Seven to one is enough. Proceed. We'll accept your price. We'll give you two cities as bases first. The other eight will be handed over once the finished product is ready."
Saving the world not only had to be profitable—it had to make a huge profit, so everyone could be happy together. Guan Xinxian's "prophecy" had been proven right once again, leaving Lu PingAn increasingly torn between laughter and tears.
"As expected, we still underestimated you."
"Inviting you to this feast was the best decision I ever made."
"Young man, grow stronger as soon as possible."
The big shots' attitudes had become much friendlier as well.
That "at most 7%" might have seemed small, but for one person, one organization, and one plan to influence the development of the entire world was already utterly outrageous.
Shuichi clearly possessed high-level Scholar-like abilities. The "plans" and "proposals" mentioned by others could only produce fluctuations after the decimal point in her calculations, while Lu PingAn's proposal came with a guaranteed 5% increase right from the start. That alone was enough for them to spare no expense in carrying it out.
What was more, this was clearly a late-stage plan. The longer it dragged on, the better its effects would become. It had even directly influenced the stance of several big shots from the Runaway Faction, prompting them to vote in favor.
Of course, the