Yes, Madam Prime Minister

"Why?" Dinia asked.

“It’s a probability problem,” Ronan replied. “If it’s six heads and three tails, then I just need to tell you now that if I play heads in a row, it’s an indication that this is the structure. You just need to follow my lead in the first round. No matter what it plays in the first round, I just play heads. It will have at least five more heads after that, and we’ve already won, right? The reverse is also true.”

"Of course, this is just a hypothesis, a hypothesis, not a certainty," Ronan added.

Dinia nodded.

Ronan nodded, it seemed that Dinia was not stupid after all and could understand what he was saying. He then said, "Similarly, if it is five heads and four tails, or four heads and five tails, then if you follow my first round, you can only be sure of winning four games."

Dinia frowned, grabbed Ronan's hand, and wrote in his palm, "It will never be able to tell if I'm cheating."

Ronan laughed. "Dinia, you've got one thing wrong. If we win, it will definitely say we cheated."

"What?" Dinia was first surprised, then her face turned angry.

"It's very simple. It's saying that it believes we're cheating, and we are cheating. So once this game starts, we are bound to be cheating. Don't forget what the purpose of this place is. This place is to trap intruders. The game is just an excuse." Ronan explained the principle to Dinia.

To put it bluntly, once this game starts, it's destined to be accused of cheating by the bots.

That broken robot is really bad.

"Should we just smash it?" Dinia asked.

“Smash it, and there’ll be another one,” Ronan said. “There’s only one way to crack it: don’t start the game with it, but tell it our winning formula, how to guarantee five wins. That way, its logic can’t possibly accuse us of cheating.”

“Let me think about it,” Ronan said, sitting down and falling into deep thought.

"Mmm," Dinia replied softly.

After thinking for a while, Ronan slapped his forehead and exclaimed, "I've got it! The sure-win method!"

"First, you can play whatever you want in the first round. The key is the second to fourth rounds. I will use these three rounds to tell you what to play next."

"In the second round, you follow my moves from the first round; in the fourth round, you follow my moves from the third round. That way, we've already won at least two of the first four rounds, right?"

"After four rounds, you'll know which one is more or less. I'll definitely bet the same one as it. You just need to bet the one that's more prevalent."

Ronan has finished his commentary.

"Impressive," Dinia praised.

This was the first time Ronan had ever heard Dinya praise him so sincerely, without a trace of sarcasm.

“No problem,” Ronan said.

After saying that, Ronan went over and woke the robot up, then told it his sure-win formula.

"Haha, you win," the robot laughed, then broke into small cubes and re-integrated into the ground.

Then, a door appeared and was opened.

"Fuck your mother!" Ronan cursed out. Outside the door was another cube-shaped space; this was just going to go on and on.

Ronan and Dinia put their coats back on and prepared to go inside.

Seeing Ronan's annoyed expression, Dinia said to him, "Don't worry, my pre-set timed activation magic was activated ten minutes ago. It won't be long before it completely infiltrates. This cube is the last one."

This is Dinia's backup plan, the exact same tactic as when she entered the anti-magic area of ​​Gardener Tyr last time.

“Let’s go then,” Ronan said with a smile.

Chapter 138 Anomaly, Riding on the Neck, Choose the Wrong Answer

Within the third enclosed cubic space, less than ten seconds after entering, straight cracks of uniform length and spacing appeared on all six walls, dividing the six sides of the entire cube into a grid of small squares. From the grid-like cracks, a transparent, water-like liquid seeped out at a uniform speed.

Water dripped continuously from the ceiling, flowing down the walls and into the ground. Water then bubbled up from the ground, and in the blink of an eye, the water on the ground had submerged Ronan and Dinia's heels.

If the seepage continues at this rate, the entire cubic space will be completely filled with this liquid that appears to be water in less than fifteen minutes.

Dinia crouched down and tried touching the liquid with her finger. The moment the watery liquid submerged her finger, she felt a stinging sensation similar to being stung by a bee when she was a child, but the pain only lasted for a brief moment before disappearing.

Dinia stood up and looked at Ronan. "Give it a try."

Ronan tried touching it, and the pain was definitely worse than sticking a wet finger into an electrical outlet and getting an electric shock. He jolted, and not only did his finger feel numb, but several cuts appeared in his skin. From within the cuts, those fine, red, mycelium-like lines reappeared, pulling at each other to repair the wound. At the same time, a silvery-white liquid was also present, repairing the wound while fighting against the red mycelium lines. However, it was quickly suppressed and swallowed up by the red mycelium, eventually disappearing without a trace.

"Did you see that?" Ronan asked Dinia.

“Of course,” Dinia replied.

"It's obvious that this silvery liquid is a force trying to transform the body. It gives me a familiar feeling, but it's not exactly the same as that feeling."

Ronan said.

Dignani didn't quite understand what Ronan was saying.

Ronan activated his bracelet, entering a fully-covered, one-piece tight-fitting armor mode. He wore a black helmet with strip-shaped goggles covering his eyes, making them invisible from the outside. His upper body was covered in matte black tight-fitting muscle armor, with arm armor covering his forearms, and white armor on his lower body, with pants and boots that were one piece.

This design is strikingly similar to the security guard that Dinia once fought on the ninth basement level of the Obelisk.

"What I mean is, the feeling I got from that silvery-white liquid just now is somewhat similar to how I feel now that I'm in armor mode." After saying that, Ronan deactivated his armor mode and returned to his original appearance.

After getting to know Ronan better, Dinia could tell from his tone that he was probably thinking about something. "What's your guess? Just say it."

"Looking back now, everything that hindered us along the way was a replica of the Haidi people."

"The replica of the Phantom Melody, the intelligent robot from before, and these liquids we're encountering now that should be able to modify the body—all of these originate from the technology brought by Gardener Tyr. Perhaps those Seapipers are creating these replicas not only to increase their own power but also to crack Gardener Tyr's technology and find her weaknesses."

"The ultimate goal is to accomplish the feat of slaying a god."

Ronan shared his guess.

Unfortunately, the Haidi people ultimately failed and did not manage to kill the gardener Tyr, but only crippled her.

During the time Ronan and Dinia were talking, the water had already reached their knees and covered their calves.

As the one who carried the original species, Dinia didn't react much, but Ronan was in a worse situation. If you were to compare him to a vampire, he was a second-generation vampire, incomparable to the progenitor. His calves were constantly cracking and repairing, and soon this reaction would probably spread throughout his body.

Although the liquid couldn't penetrate Ronan and wouldn't cause any real change, the pain from the constant healing of the reopened wound was truly intense.

However, the six walls have yet to provide any rules for passing the level, and without rules, it is impossible to open the passage.

Seeing Ronan wince in pain, Dinia patted her own shoulder and said, "You can ride on my neck first."

“This…” Ronan hesitated for a moment.

"Are you like that guy before?" Dinia retorted irritably, referring to Karl, who was somewhat obsessed with saving face.

Ronan gave a wry smile, walked behind Dinia, pressed down on her shoulders to help her up, and straddled her neck. Dinia grabbed his legs with both hands to maintain her balance.

Riding on Dinia's head, Ronan quickly recovered. Looking down at Dinia's snow-white hair with a hint of pale gold, he couldn't help but secretly touch her braids with his hand.

Dinia's expression changed instantly. She tightened her grip, her fingers digging deep into Ronan's calf muscles. "If you touch my hair again, I'll break your leg."

"It was an accident, really," Ronan quickly tried to excuse himself.

"I don't care whether you did it on purpose or not," Dinia said coldly.

As time went on, the water level continued to rise.

If Ronan felt so agonizingly slow in the first cube that he wished time could speed up, now he felt time was moving faster than he could have imagined, and he wished it could stop.

In the blink of an eye, the water had reached Dinia's waist and showed no sign of stopping.

“Looks like we’ll be able to swim here soon,” Dinia said, rarely joking.

"I'll come down first," Ronan said.

“I’ll carry you,” Dinia said. “You’re in such a state that you probably won’t even be able to float later.”

The constant cracking and repairing inevitably put Ronan in a tense state, and when a person's muscles are tense, let alone swimming, it's difficult to even float. So after a while, she had to carry Ronan to prevent him from sinking to the bottom.

When the water level reached two meters, Dinia carried Ronan on her back and floated on the surface of the water. At this point, both of them were soaked to the bone.

When the water level reached 2.5 meters, which is halfway up, the wall finally changed. The wall directly opposite us when we first entered began to show text.

Strangely, the text is in French: “Question: Who is Tyr? 1. God, 2. Servant of God, 3. Man-made weapon, 4. Demon.”

"Confirm your choice, tap the corresponding wall three times. If correct, the door will open. If incorrect, you can try again in ten minutes."

“Four is definitely wrong. The answer to this question should be two, right?” Dinia asked Ronan.

Dinia also learned a lot from Ronan. She knew that for the original Heidi people, Gardener Tyr was a god, but in reality, Gardener Tyr was something brought by visitors from another world. The option of "servant of the god" seemed more accurate. As for option three, "artificial weapon," it could only be said to be barely related. Gardener Tyr had some combat power, but she was an agricultural robot. As for option four, it was completely unrelated.

"Four is completely wrong, so let's choose four."

Ronan said.

Dinia looked surprised. "What do you mean?" She didn't think Ronan would not know the correct answer, so his deliberate choice of the wrong answer must have a deeper meaning.

"Choose four first. If you're wrong, the worst that can happen is you'll get soaked for a while." Ronan didn't explain directly.

“Okay.” Dinia agreed. She wasn’t someone without her own opinions, but at this moment she trusted Ronan more than herself.

Chapter 139 The Leader's Disease: It's all wet, and you're called Tyr?

Dinia carried Ronan and swam towards the wall corresponding to option four. Once they got close, Ronan reached out and tapped the wall three times to confirm option four.

After confirmation, the door appeared a few seconds later.

Option four was, in any case, the answer furthest from the correct one. Although Dinya knew that Ronan must have ulterior motives, and although she was mentally prepared for what unusual situation might occur next, she was still briefly overwhelmed by a sense of disbelief when she saw the door appear on the wall.

However, after a short while, Dinia's feelings turned into relief, and even a little pride, which naturally stemmed from the fact that she had chosen the right person.

It has to be said that after sitting in the leadership position for a while, under the constant influence of Ronan, a seasoned bureaucrat, Comrade Didi finally contracted the occupational disease of leadership. It is still in the early stage, and the symptoms are: "If my subordinates are capable, it proves that I have chosen the right person to be the leader."

"As expected, this problem was neither set by Gardener Tyr himself, nor by the Seapiper."

Ronan said.

When Ronan first saw that the text introducing the problems and rules was in French, he felt something was wrong. After thinking about it, he realized a possibility: this place was originally created by the gardener Tyr's technology, and later the Haidi people modified it, but now it is controlled by the mastermind who has not yet appeared.

This question wasn't set by the gardener Tyr, nor by the Seapipers, but rather by the person behind the scenes who wanted to test Ronan and Dinia's understanding of the Seapipers.

Another possibility is that the person behind the scenes doesn't even know who Tyr is. After observing Ronan and Dinia's previous behavior, he is convinced that the two have a deep understanding of the Heidi people and is trying to get the correct answer for free by asking this question.

Given this, Ronan would certainly not choose the "correct answer".

Anyway, it's highly likely that the door will open no matter which one he chooses. Of course, he might be overthinking it, but the facts have proven that Ronan wasn't overthinking it.

"I'll talk to you now, I'm going to dive down and open the door."

Dinia said.

The water level is already over three meters, and the door is now completely underwater. Although there are gaps, the amount of water flowing out is far less than the amount seeping through the walls. The water level is still slowly rising, so the only option is to dive down and open the door.

Dinia plunged into the water. It was really difficult to pull the door open underwater, so she switched to a simpler and more direct method.

With one punch, she punched a dent in the middle of the iron gate, and with another punch, she punched through it. Instantly, water rushed into the hole she had punched, and soon, Dinia ripped the iron gate open.

The water rushed towards the door, and Ronan, without any effort, easily reached the doorway, then went outside with Dinia.

"Now, it seems to be both good news and bad news," Ronan joked with a smile.

Dinia did not respond to him.

She understood what Ronan meant. The so-called good news was that the repeating cube was over, because a passageway had opened up before them, and the anti-magic field had disappeared.

The bad news was that the magic she had set to activate at a pre-defined time did not seep through as expected, meaning that there was no easy way to break through the gap.

“Let’s go, the target should be showing up soon.” Ronan said, and before he could take a step, Dinia had already walked quickly ahead of him.

Dinya's shoes were wet, and she made a squelching sound as she walked. Ronan was behind her, his gaze moving from her Achilles tendon to about a third of her calf. Her flesh-colored stockings had changed color from being soaked; the skin that was originally slightly thick had now turned into a brownish color with a slight sheen.

But what really made Ronan lose control was the skirt clinging to her buttocks after it got soaked. The loose long skirt suddenly became a close-fitting buttocks skirt, making her buttocks stand out even more. The black skirt became slightly see-through after getting wet, as if it were covered with a thick layer of black silk. Her incredibly perky buttocks swayed from side to side with her steps, accompanied by a slight tremor of the flesh, which was almost enough to make one's eyes pop out.

Dinia suddenly stopped and turned around sharply, catching Ronan's unwavering gaze.

Ronan chuckled dryly. "I think as your subordinate, I should go first. Don't you think so, ma'am?"

Dinia raised her clenched fist, then lowered it again, ultimately saying nothing.

She was even more surprised that she had forgotten she was soaking wet and that Ronan had been staring at her for quite a while.

After walking for a while, Dinia could clearly sense something ahead. With a snap of her fingers, she was instantly enveloped in armor formed from tiny red mushrooms—partly as preparation for battle.

Soon, a burly figure slowly emerged, and as they approached, the two men could see the figure clearly.

He had wild, long, golden hair, golden eyes, and a body of bulging, explosive, sculpted muscles. His entire body was an inverted triangle shape. His arms, shoulder blades, and calves were pierced by extremely thick iron spikes. Although the iron spikes were not rusty, there was no blood in the holes they had made. The iron spikes had completely grown into his flesh and bone.

The end of the iron spike was connected to a chain, and the other end of the chain was securely locked to the walls on both sides.

"Hello, it's a pleasure to have you here." The blond, golden-eyed muscular man spoke in French, the language of the kingdom, with a distinct southern accent and a hint of Venaian.

“Before I greet you, I have a question,” Ronan said.

"Excuse me," the man asked politely.

"Who are you?" Ronan asked.