Cillian closed his eyes and summoned the system.
"System, verify the results of this formula."
He etched the long string of numbers and symbols into the glowing space of his mind. The system processed it, and in a blink, the result unfolded before him:
[The formula is wrong.]
Cillian exhaled slowly, his frustration mounting. "As expected… I can't add anything to this formula."
He slapped his forehead, helpless. "Damn it. Fine. Run the original formula again."
This time the response was different.
[The formula structure is correct. Completeness is lacking. Cannot verify results.]
Cillian's eyes narrowed. The structure was correct. It meant he was on the right track , but there were missing pieces, gaps that no amount of guesswork could fill. He had left the assessment world days ago, yet the formula continued to gnaw at him.
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One Day Earlier
