Chapter 312 - 107 Immortal Descends to the Mortal World_2

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Chapter 312: Chapter 107 Immortal Descends to the Mortal World_2He glanced over at the computer next to him, The AI program was really considerate; there was even a variable for the winning percentage. When the opponent made their move, the original 47.9% chance of winning dropped straight to 38.2%. In other words, in the eyes of the computer, the opponent had played a poor move, and yet there he was, still smug. Then he looked at the computer, which had responded with a move of its own. Xiao Jie followed the script to the letter. Back and forth they went, and soon the chessboard was full of pieces. Xiao Jie played faster and faster. He was just following suit, so the only worry was accidentally clicking the wrong spot. However, the Immortal opposite him was getting slower and slower. At first, he was composed, but as he played, his brows furrowed tighter, and sometimes he would think for ages before making a move. "No, no, this isn’t right! My chess skill was unrivaled in Konglao Mountain; not a single Qi Refiner could beat me, how could this be..." the Shenji Taoist muttered to himself, holding a chess piece for a long time without placing it. Xiao Jie secretly rejoiced, So what if you’re an Immortal? In front of the mighty AI, you still have to kneel. "Speaking of which, do you group of Immortals have nothing better to do than play chess? By the looks of it, even an Immortal’s chess skill isn’t all that; aren’t Immortals supposed to be magically good?" The Shenji Taoist replied helplessly, "Even Immortals are human; we all cultivated from ordinary people. Chess measures wisdom, not Mana." Xiao Jie thought to himself, that’s right, when you get down to it, Immortals are just humans who have obtained extraordinary Strength and immortal Life Value; their wisdom isn’t necessarily much greater than that of ordinary people. It was like those two he encountered before, who were swayed by a bottle of wine and a dish of food. But Immortals do have their strengths, namely their endless lifespans. With nothing better to do, playing chess every day for thousands of years, even the worst player could become a chess master. However, even after thousands of years, playing every day amounts to only a few million games. To an ordinary person, that might be an astronomical number, but to an AI, it’s nothing much. According to Zhang Xingwen’s explanation, a Go AI’s number of games is counted in millions, tens of millions, even hundreds of millions. "After all, I’m not an Immortal, just a guard dog." The Shenji Taoist said this with a hint of melancholy in his eyes. Listening to him, Xiao Jie understood what he meant. As an Avatar, although he possessed some intelligence, he was ultimately driven by the main body. He even felt some sympathy for the person in front of him, confined to this place for thousands of years for just one mission. "Daoist, life here must be really monotonous, right?" "Haha, it’s not bad, actually. I was born a fan of chess. Here, I can play chess against myself every day. It’s quite interesting. The only pity is that I can’t leave this place to visit and learn from the world’s great chess experts. It’s truly regrettable. To think, after all these years, young friend, you’re the first person to ever play chess with me. I never expected to meet such a strong player on my first try, and I’m really quite happy." Xiao Jie felt a bit puzzled, "If I’m your first opponent, then what did you mean when you said no Qi Refiner could ever beat you?" "Strictly speaking, those who couldn’t beat me were my main body. It’s just that I share the same memories as the main body, that’s why I said that." Clack! Another piece fell, and while they talked, Xiao Jie had completed the encirclement. On the computer screen, a large string of white pieces was instantly devoured. The whole game became completely clear. Xiao Jie chuckled and placed his piece down just as the AI had done. The Shenji Taoist’s expression immediately turned to one of resignation, "Ah, how could it be like this, how could it be like this! I’ve lost." "Haha, Daoist, you have made it easy for me." "I haven’t let you win, lad. Where did you learn such exceptional chess skills? I have played against myself for thousands of years, thinking I was unmatched in skill, and yet I’ve lost to you." Xiao Jie laughed, "Ah, what can you do, some of us are just naturally brilliant. There’s nothing I can do about it. Now can I go through?" "Of course, I—oh no!" The Shenji Taoist’s face suddenly changed utterly, a moment ago unsettled, but now completely as if he had met with disaster. Xiao Jie sensed something bad, "Daoist, what’s wrong with you?" Just then— A dazzling white light burst forth from the Shenji Taoist, and his face revealed a trace of despair. "Young friend, it seems our fates end here, alas. To think that after thousands of years guarding this place, I still find it hard to leave in the end." When the white light faded, the Shenji Taoist was still in the same spot, but his expression and appearance had changed somewhat. What was a rather gentle middle-aged Taoist now seemed extraordinarily young. Despite his profound and abyssal gaze, his skin was smooth and white, reminiscent of a teenager around seventeen or eighteen years old. His soap robe had also changed into a Qingxuan Taoist Robe, adorned with patterns of Celestial Stars, Taiji Bagua, and many other designs. The stars on the robe shifted unpredictably, like a dynamic image. It was clearly no ordinary garment. His name above his head had also changed. Shen Jizi (Immortal Projection): Level 81. Life Value ????. Xiao Jie’s heart skipped a beat; he had a vague idea of what had happened. This Shen Jizi must be the Shenji Taoist who had become a True Immortal, while the Shenji Taoist should be the Avatar left by his former, unascended self, hence the change in appearance. The Shenji Taoist had lost the game of chess, and somehow the true owner had sensed it, so he came down as a True Immortal, taking over the old shell. But with this, that Shenji Taoist was probably no more. No wonder he was willing to wait here for thousands of years. If he didn’t, it’s likely he would’ve ceased to exist... Thinking about this, Xiao Jie couldn’t help but feel pity for these external Avatars. Despite having their own sense of self and intelligence, they were doomed to be puppets that could be discarded at any time.

Chapter 312 - 107 Immortal Descends to the Mortal World_2

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