I'm Really Going to Become an Immortal
Chapter 319 - 227: The Main Force is Tired, I am the Substitute_2

Chapter 319: Chapter 227: The Main Force is Tired, I am the Substitute_2

After AI development became more and more formidable, if no restrictions were placed on AI’s capabilities or efforts made to find its weaknesses, a top-tier AI would be unbeatable, victorious in all battles.

But today...

Did they actually have a chance?

Countless complex thoughts flashed through Ke Bao’s mind as he instructed Xiao Shen beside him,

"Xiao Shen, this match is requested by our sponsor and the Go institute, so you don’t need to participate."

"Your task is to keep an eye on the computer and inform me immediately if the Go Emperor sends a challenge invitation."

Ke Bao instructed earnestly.

The role Xiao Shen was responsible for was crucial.

It was the core of their delaying strategy.

They never truly believed they could win from the beginning; they merely hoped for the arrival of that particular individual.

"We are not trying to compete with AI for supremacy."

"But we can’t deny, sometimes there’s an indescribable frustration in our hearts. Go is not just about winning or losing, it’s about the heritage of culture, the clash of wisdom, and the conversation between souls."

"We hope someone will stand up and prove that even in today’s technologically advanced age, human thought and the human soul still have irreplaceable value."

"And now the only thing we people, who are incapable of proving this, can do is"

"to buy time for the arrival of the Emperor."

After all the instructions were given, Ke Bao spoke with a deep and powerful voice.

His words seemed to touch the heartstrings of everyone present, with people nodding in agreement, their eyes filled with resonance and a hint of anticipation.

Those who learn Go to their level,

generally all have at least a bit of love for Go itself, otherwise, they wouldn’t have come this far.

Even a genius couldn’t go far on this path without love for it.

So, they looked forward to a victory.

They knew that the upcoming match was not just a simple contest of black and white on the board but also a profound conversation between human wisdom and modern technology.

In this battle, what they longed to see was not just a victory but also a defense of the spirit of Go and a tribute to humanity’s relentless pursuit of excellence.

...

That afternoon,

in the tense and solemn atmosphere of the Autumn Chrysanthemum Cup Go World Championship venue, every bit of air seemed to be solidified with the gravity of the match.

The afternoon sunlight filtered through the windows, casting mottled shadows on the Go board, adding dramatic light and shades to the long-drawn human vs. machine duel.

Li Xuan, the Ninth Rank, sat on one side of the Go board, his expression serious as he observed the man, who extended as the AI’s arm through a headset.

He was the second-to-last to play.

After lunch break, the human-machine confrontation quickly began.

Shi Liang Ninth Rank, Shen Lang Ninth Rank, and Huang He Nine Rank had all lost, and dragging the game wouldn’t buy much time.

This representative from Future Wisdom Control Company, too, stared at the stern-faced Li Xuan, the Ninth Rank.

Thinking back to lunch where considering his attitude could cause public relations issues, he had some comments about the morning’s recorded match.

This representative decided to tone it down a bit, no need to be too arrogant.

He had restrained himself in the few matches played earlier.

A proper amount of arrogance could spark discussions, and if it gained enough attention, there might even be a chance to redeem himself later.

But being too arrogant could cause problems.

Thus, he smiled and said, "Sorry, I was a bit rude this morning. Friendship first between us, you shouldn’t mind the match’s outcome too much."

His words apologized for his morning attitude and slightly softened his tone.

Yet there was still a bit of confrontation.

Saying to a world champion not to care too much about the match outcome was a rather condescending attitude, and it was unclear if he was mocking the other for being a champion in name only or telling him not to cry after a loss.

Anyway, his words carried a different implication.

Li Xuan didn’t mind.

He just calmly closed his eyes and picked a few stones from the bowl, holding them in his palm.

Trash-talking during matches was common.

Mentality was also a part of strength, those who could be influenced wouldn’t go far.

Seeing this, the representative from Future Wisdom Control Company also didn’t say more, picking a stone and choosing to guess that the number of stones in Li Xuan, Ninth Rank’s hand was odd.

This was guessing for the first move.

If he guessed right, he played black first; if wrong, he played white and went second.

Soon, the match started.

Like the morning session, Li Xuan, Ninth Rank, continued to play black first.

But the situation was somewhat better.

Despite a purely conservative style without engaging in battle, he managed to slow the game’s progression.

However, playing black and not attacking was practically a slow death.

This puzzled the somewhat Go-knowledgeable representative from Future Wisdom Control Company.

It seemed the Ninth Rank players had also played extremely conservatively before, perhaps a strategy they discussed during the lunch break?

But considering his capabilities might just not be able to comprehend the high-level contest.

He decided not to overthink.

He dutifully started the puppet-like operations regulated by commands through the headset, mindlessly placing stones according to the AI’s selected positions.

After a long while.

Black was nearly in a disastrous state.

The match had now taken much longer than the morning session.

The representative from Future Wisdom Control Company looked baffled as he watched Li Xuan, Ninth Rank, still smiling but not opting to resign, feeling somewhat baffled.

Huh?

You are definitely going to lose.

Why are you still smiling?

But soon he realized that the smiling Li Xuan, Ninth Rank, was looking behind him.

He decisively turned around.

There was Ke Bao, Ninth Rank, running towards him with a laptop in his arms, a hurried smile on his face.