District 42-Chapter 353: The reason
Casper was feeling sick after so many surprises in such a short span of time. His eyes were still glazed, but tired. He barely knew what to do instead of fidgeting his fingers nonstop.
He looked at those calculations, trying to find something coherent on what The Forger did. However, everything was too complex for him. There were formulas and concepts that he has never seen before. For him, it seemed just a bunch of numbers without any meaning or reasoning behind it.
Nonetheless, Casper didn’t discredit Wayland just for that. He knew that District 42 was faraway by miles from his other world in nearly all fields. Mathematics should be one of them.
Even Yanke was flying in front of the screen and analyzing those calculations, trying to find a logical pattern and rules behind it, but he was struggling with that.
"Are you implying that you made a... a prediction? I mean, you could foresee the future just doing these calculations?" He asked.
Wayland looked at him, raising one brow.
"I am not implying anything. I am affirming it. Right now, I know exactly the results of this war and how District 42 will be decades ahead. Every single calculation here has logic behind it, and advanced math rules were input to make it trustworthy. It is a mix of algebra, probability, and statistics. All those things were needed in order to come to the right result.
"During those two years, I have been gathering all data I could. I needed a lot of different information to put on these calculations, so they would have enough terms and variables. You don’t have any idea of how many things are between the lines of what you see now. Basically, a piece of District 42 was written in numbers there."
Casper got more and more amazed at every word that come out of Wayland’s mouth. That man was simply a genius. He could make that prediction through reason, not magic, nor superstition.
The soldier knew that such a thing was possible. After all, some would do something similar in his world when it came to gambles or specific types of investments. However, that guy was foreseeing the result of a war that had more than fifty years!
’That’s... mind-blowing.’
Casper’s expression said it all. He didn’t need to talk about anything.
Wayland expected that the man would have that kind of reaction, so he just kept talking.
"I would like to tell you everything about this masterpiece that only I, The Forger, am capable to do in this district. I know that there are other geniuses here, but the fact is that nobody could replicate it again. Honestly, I would need to struggle to replicate this calculation myself. It’s improbable that someone with a mind as sharp as mine will be born in District 42, and even if it happens, nothing is assuring that they would have the same luck and opportunity that I got when doing this. There is a lot of things involved in the creation and resolution of it.
"Anyway, I won’t extend me for longer, because we don’t have time here. What I needed to show you is the result, only."
Once he said it, the screen changed, zooming a specific part where Casper could suppose that was the final result of that operation.
"Take into consideration that the Jarls are represented by the algorithm 1, and the Frelsis by the algorithm 2. The others are variables that don’t need to be specified."
As Casper heard that, he stared at the result in dumbfoundedness. He tilted his head to the side, without knowing exactly what to think about that.
However, he remembered something that he concluded by himself long ago.
"1,212121... Does it means that the Jarls will win this battle at first, but then the Frelsis will counterattack and win, then the cycle repeats itself infinitely?"
Wayland nodded. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶
"Yes. But you missed something. Taking into consideration that each digit after the comma represents one year, maybe it will help. And see the result until the final. It is not infinite, after all."
Casper looked at the result carefully, counting the number of digits after the comma. When it got to eighteen digits, the next number wasn’t a 1 or 2, but...
"A zero?" He didn’t need to be a genius to know what it meant.
"That’s when District 42 will crumble? The day where none side will win, but destroy each other completely?"
Wayland nodded again with a solemn expression. He didn’t want to think about it that much. But it was a matter of fact that in nearly two decades District 42 will be gone.
"However, of course, I wouldn’t be so worthless to see something like this and do nothing about it. Seeing this result, I tried to discover how I could change it. It shouldn’t be impossible. Nonetheless, I got disappointed when seeing that there was just one way to change this result favorably, and it was by adding a third algorithm out of nowhere between 1 and 2, serving as some sort of mediator."
The screen changed again, showing another result.
On that one, there was just one number: "3".
"Look at that 3 as if it was a representation of you, Casper. You are the algorithm that will change this equation, and that’s why I brought you to this district.
"How I did it... well, it is a mix of our usual teleportation, but breaking the boundaries of the multiverse. You being here is a chance of one in one hundred million. It was my first try, and I didn’t know whether I could do it or not. By luck, I hit the jackpot. Maybe Odin blessed me after all these years needing to struggle in every single thing that I needed to do."
Casper stared at the big 3 showing on the screen, clenching both his fists.
"So, since the very first day when I got here, I was destined to change this district?"
"Yes. At least, that’s what I intended. I could have had teleported an old man that couldn’t even walk, a very sick person, a baby, a teenager that can’t do a thing alone... or then a military man that was one of the most skillful soldiers of a secret organization."
