The little girl president opened her mouth and gently took a bite of the strawberry cake in her hand.
Very sweet and delicious.
After swallowing that mouthful of strawberry cake, the little girl president seemed far from satisfied, so she simply opened her mouth and stuffed the strawberry cake into her mouth with her hands.
"Ouch!"
Chew and swallow.
That's definitely not an elegant way to eat it, but it looks really delicious.
"I like eating strawberry cake the most."
The president girl sighed while eating: "Although the ice cream is also delicious, the strawberry cake makes me happier."
She ate until her mouth was covered with cream.
The plant boy very thoughtfully took out a handkerchief and wiped the corners of the president's little girl's mouth.
And in the next second——
Plop!
An extremely obvious heart beating sound suddenly came from the body of the president's little girl.
The expression on the president's little girl's face became visibly painful.
"puff!"
Opening his mouth, a large mouthful of blood spurted out and fell to the ground.
When the plant boy saw this, he quickly wanted to step forward to help, but was stopped by the president girl with a wave of his hand.
"If you have a kidney growing in your body, you will always vomit some blood. Otherwise, where can I move it for you?"
"Hey, the strawberry cake is so delicious."
As the president girl spoke, her body underwent changes that were visible to the naked eye.
Her left leg and right arm, which had long since disappeared, suddenly sprouted a small "point" at the same time.
As time went by, those two tiny "points" continued to expand, and finally completely filled the originally empty sleeves and trouser legs!
The president’s little girl’s left leg and right arm are back.
That's a growth rate that's visible to the naked eye, and it's not an exaggeration to call it a science fiction film!
Soon, the president's little girl's left leg and right arm were back to normal.
"Well, it feels pretty good."
The little girl president shook her right hand, and then stepped on the ground with her left foot.
Immediately, she stood up from the wheelchair and even jumped a few times.
“It feels really good!”
The little girl president let out a long sigh, and then gritted her teeth.
At that moment, another large stream of blood spurted out from the face of the little president girl, and the lost eyeball on her face immediately recovered again.
He blinked his eyes and squeezed out the remaining blood.
The eyeballs were still red and filled with bloodshot eyes.
But the translucent blue light in it looks particularly beautiful.
"Okay, that's it."
The little president girl took out another shoe that she had prepared long ago, put it on, and stood in front of the captain and tourists.
As soon as she raised her head, the little girl president found that the tourists and the captain were looking at her with expressions that were hard to explain.
She still smiled so politely.
"What's wrong?"
"A bit... unexpected."
The tourist answered honestly.
"According to my understanding, your probability of changing will come at an unknown price, right?"
"The harder it is to change the probability, the greater the price you have to pay."
"And unlike the equivalent exchange by the President of the Deep Space Society, the price you pay is essentially 'comes from you'."
This is indeed the case.
The little lady president needs to pay some kind of price "from her" to change the probability.
Including but not limited to fingernails, internal organs, teeth, bones, and even the Star Chamber of Commerce established by her.
Moreover, this "price" is almost always unknown. Before changing the probability, even the president girl herself cannot control the specific manifestation of the price.
The only way to find out exactly what it costs is to try it yourself.
To sum up, the tourists are even more puzzled by the series of operations performed by the young lady president.
“Strawberry cake can’t be a magic bullet that cures everything.”
"If you forcefully change your probability, the price you have to pay must be huge, right?"
"Old aunt, aren't you afraid that you will die on the spot?"
Hearing this, the little girl president smiled lightly and shook her head.
"Will not."
She replied:
"I have already made similar attempts to create this so-called 'miracle medicine' that can restore injuries."
"The price it requires me to pay is actually very simple."
The little girl president stretched out one of her fingers, grinned and uttered two words:
"life."
As soon as this statement came out, everyone immediately understood.
This is indeed a price that cannot be more reasonable.
If you want to recover from all physical injuries in a short period of time, you only need to overdraw your own life.
By the way, if you think deeply from this line of thought, you can actually know how long you can live.
Just measure the probability of death at each age.
In other words, the little girl president can clearly realize how much life she has spent in order to create this panacea that can restore all injuries!
"That's a lot, kid."
The captain interjected.
"It would be fine if it was an ordinary skin injury, but you just restored your broken limbs and eyeballs!"
To achieve this, the lifespan that needs to be consumed is absolutely enormous.
"Indeed."
The little girl president nodded.
"Actually, everyone is curious about how long they can live, and I am no exception."
"When I'm bored, I calculate the probability of dying at a certain age."
"Did you know? When I first awakened my original energy, my lifespan was up to 102 years old!"
"Later, due to years of fighting, my lifespan became about 85 years old. The probability of me dying when I was 85 years old was 68%."
The little girl president sighed softly, as if she was recalling the past.
"Later on, I was injured several times, and occasionally I needed to use 'miraculous medicine' to recover from my injuries."
"At that time, I will reach a 73% probability of death when I am about 70 years old."
“Let’s get back to the present—”
The little girl president stretched out her hand and gestured: "After making this 'miracle medicine', the probability that my maximum life span will be reduced to less than 30 years old is 100%."
A lifespan of nearly forty years.
For a little girl, this is indeed a huge price to pay.
"You are so courageous, old aunt."
The tourist tilted his head and grinned: "You are probably about twenty years old. What are you going to do in the next ten years of your life?"
"do nothing."
"Ah?" The tourist was stunned.
The little girl president repeated:
"do nothing."
"Because I don't have ten years left."
The little girl president tilted her head and looked calmly at the tourists and captain in front of her.
"The probability of my death within the next 72 hours is 99.9%."
"But this death probability has 100% nothing to do with making the 'miracle cure'."
"What does this mean?"
The tourist responded: "This means that, old aunt, you will be beaten to death by us!"
"wrong."
The little girl president shook her head, "The probability of me being beaten to death by you is only 66.66, which is far from enough."
She rubbed her fingers, assumed her most accustomed finger-pistol position, and raised her eyes to look at the captain and the tourists.
There were two faint blue pupils at this moment, and the feeling of oppression was even worse than before.
