142: Chapter 142, Stage 3: Sorry, I predicted your prediction.

The third stage of the Ten Thousand Realms Civilization Race—[The Causality Battlefield].

If the first two stages tested a civilization's hard power (cognition and technology), then this third stage was purely a game of **"luck" and "fate". This was a pure white void devoid of any matter. Here, every choice would trigger the collapse of countless possibilities. You might cause the engines to explode because you stepped out of the ship with your left foot first; you might also suddenly achieve Epiphany and ascend to godhood from taking a sip of water. This was the physical manifestation of a **probability cloud.

"Welcome to the third stage." The voice of the Star Alliance broadcast became somewhat ethereal, as if from the future. "The rules are simple: prediction." "Ahead lie countless 'future nodes'. Only one among them is the 'path of life' leading to the endpoint; all the rest are 'paths of death'." "You must use your computing power, prophecy arts, or pure intuition to find that single path." "Please note: once you make a wrong choice, you will be erased by the laws of causality, as if you never existed."

pangu-003, Tianhe Command Center.

The atmosphere was heavy. The Star Spirit Navigator closed her eyes, trying to use her Star Spirit race's innate talent to sense the flow of the future. But after just three seconds, she violently spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed to the floor. "It's no good... I can't see..." "It's all fog... every path leads to death..." "One path leads to a black hole, one leads to a supernova explosion, and another path... we'll get eaten by a giant cosmic cat? What the hell kind of futures are these!"

The T-9 robot's processor was also running frantically, attempting to calculate the probabilities using a big data exhaustive method. "Beep beep beep—Calculation failed. Success rate: 0.0000001%." "This is a guaranteed death scenario!"

Li Mo didn't speak. He simply stared quietly at the pure white void outside the window. In his **[Eye of Truth]** vision, this place was indeed filled with countless red Karma threads. Each thread was entangled with others, messy like a ball of yarn. Trying to find the correct path here would make even a true deity lose a layer of skin.

"The laws of causality..." Li Mo murmured. "Are you Star Alliance guys serious, playing this kind of metaphysical game?"

He turned his head to look at Little Black, who was dozing in the corner. "Little Black, wake up." "It's your time to shine."

Little Black sleepily opened his eyes, yawned, and blew a bubble with the gum in his mouth. "What? Is it time to eat?"

"Not time to eat, but someone wants to play **'guess the coin'** with us." Li Mo pointed at the void outside. "They say there's only one path of life here." "Go find it for me."

"Huh?" Little Black rolled his eyes, "Dean, I'm an Abyssal Lord, not a fortune teller. This high-dimensional causality stuff, I can't see through it either."

"I don't need you to see through it." Li Mo smiled, grinning like a cunning charlatan. "You just need to do one thing." "Turn your **'Misfortune Aura'** to the maximum." "And then... pick any path at random to walk."

"Misfortune Aura?" Everyone was stunned. Letting the Abyssal Lord, the unluckiest being in the Universe who causes collapse wherever he goes, choose the path? Wasn't that asking for a faster death?

"This is called **'reverse thinking'." Li Mo explained. "Since this is a 'guaranteed death scenario', since every path appears to be a path of death." "Then, for Little Black, who possesses the attribute of 'absolute misfortune', the path he chooses must be the **most unlucky** one." "And in this battlefield filled with traps, the most unlucky path is often... the one with the most traps."

"So?" Lei Wanjun looked utterly confused.

"So, as long as we eliminate the path Little Black chooses, and the path opposite to Little Black's intuition..." Li Mo took out his little notebook and started drawing diagrams on it. "We just need to follow General Gu."

"General Gu?" Everyone turned to look at the old zombie who was foolishly wiping down his cannon barrel.

"That's right." Li Mo nodded. "General Gu is an undead. The undead have long since transcended the Three Realms and are not bound by the Five Elements. His Karma threads are severed." "In other words, within this battlefield, he is an **'unobservable variable'.**" "In programmer terms, he's a BUG**."

"Little Black is responsible for 'eliminating wrong answers'. General Gu is responsible for 'exploiting the BUG'." "And I..." Li Mo raised the **[spring and autumn brush]** in his hand. "I am responsible for 'forcing passage'**."

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Action begins.

Little Black stood at the bow of the ship, casually pointing to the left: "I think the scenery over there looks good." Li Mo: "Good, eliminate the left."

Little Black then pointed to the right: "That side seems to smell like milk tea." Li Mo: "Eliminate the right. That's bait."

Finally, only one path remained in the middle, looking utterly ordinary, even somewhat dim. Li Mo turned to General Gu and said, "Old Gu, fire a shot at that path."

"Fire?" General Gu scratched his head, "At who?" "At the air." Li Mo said, "Use your death Qi to 'stain' that path black."

BOOM! A shell imbued with dense necromantic aura shot into the void. The originally pure white void was stained, revealing a pitch-black passage. And under the black development, all the causality law traps hidden within the void (countless invisible black holes and spacetime rifts) were completely exposed! They were like black dots on white paper, clearly visible.

"Just as I thought." Li Mo adjusted his glasses. "This isn't some maze at all; it's a minefield." "As long as we clear the mines, even a path of death can be walked as a path of life."

"All hands, listen up!" Li Mo waved his hand grandly. "Proceed along this 'black road' blasted out by General Gu!" "All gun positions, fire at will! Blow up any traps you see!" "If we flatten all the traps, then there are no traps left!"

BOOM BOOM BOOM—!!! The ship once again entered rampage mode. This time, it wasn't dodging, but bulldozing its way forward. Regardless of whether it was spacetime rifts or causality law strikes ahead, it directly blasted through with Titan-class main cannons and Abyssal rules. The originally intricate and complex causality battlefield was forcibly blasted into a broad, open highway by these barbarians.

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Third stage endpoint. The Star Alliance chief referee watched the monitor screen showing the channel that had been blasted to pieces, filled with the smell of gunpowder and cumin, and the pen in his hand snapped with a *crack*. "This... this is cheating! This is blatant cheating!" "They didn't predict the future at all! They're destroying the future!"

The Titan Race observer beside him gave a bitter smile: "Chief Referee, let it go." "Haven't you realized it yet?" "This civilization... they simply aren't within the rules of this game." "They're not here to compete." "They're here to... redefine the competition."

As the ship charged out of the third stage, a massive, sacred golden stargate finally appeared ahead. That was the gate leading to the final arena—the **[Place of Origin]**.

Li Mo stood on the command platform, looking at that gate, his playful grin fading. "Finally here." "The endpoint of the Ten Thousand Realms Civilization Race." "Also... the old home of this ancient god corpse (the ship)."

He closed his little notebook, his gaze turning profound. "What comes next isn't child's play anymore." "The real 'script' is only just beginning now."