novelraw Chapter 189 The Theoretical Blind Spots
Chapter 189 The Theoretical Blind Spots
Chapter 190 The Theoretical Blind Spots
The outcome was clear in the transparent betting room, but the commotion in the casino lobby hadn't subsided. 💎✌ 69SнǗｘ.Č𝓞爪🐍🐠
The crowd applauded and cheered for the thrilling reversal, and marveled at the miraculous royal flush.
Among the bettors in the Double Dragon betting game, some were happy and some were disappointed, but it didn't cause too much of a commotion. After all, it was a betting game that seemed evenly matched on the surface, and no one would be so impulsive as to bet all their wealth into the jackpot—except for Vio and Lingju, who were in the game themselves.
The rocking of the ship as it departed caused a brief disturbance, but it subsided quickly. Since this was part of the Royal Union's scheduled itinerary, it wasn't anything to be surprised about.
The only slight difference between the scene and before was that the spot where Miss Naza and Shin-chan had been sitting was now empty.
They vanished as if they had used "teleportation," disappearing into some unknown corner of the cruise ship.
Unlike the satisfied onlookers, the Plasma Team members Vio brought aboard were plunged into a gloomy mood. In this atmosphere, three fierce-looking Plasma Team members went against the tide and surrounded the elderly gambler who had been making inflammatory comments during the live broadcast of the betting game.
"Hey! What on earth happened? Why did Lord Vio lose?"
The male leader of the group asked this question without giving a chance to explain, slamming his large hand hard on the notebook that was open in front of the gambler, making a loud bang.
Another slightly shrill voice rang out from behind the leader—
"Didn't you say that Lord Vio's Lone Wave Algorithm was incredibly accurate, capable of calculating every hidden card on the table? Why did he fail in the final, crucial gamble?"
This was a finance professional within the cult. He had previously been responsible for delivering checks, bonds, and other documents to the tenth-floor casino. Now, he deeply regretted blindly obeying Vio's orders and failing to advise his superior in time.
Now, Yueju holds these valuable financial documents in her hands, examining them one by one with great interest. The validity of these documents had already been verified by casino staff before the betting began; such blatant counting of the spoils was completely unnecessary and tantamount to humiliation.
Perhaps because he saw this scene, Vio, who was slumped in his chair on the big screen, looked even paler.
This naturally enraged the Plasma Team members who were originally scattered throughout the ship's cabins and whose mission was to prevent the Royal Union from absconding with the funds.
"Even if you press me like this, this is the result... I've been sitting here watching the game the whole time, and no matter what my opinion is, it has no impact on the betting."
The elderly customer, who exuded a scholarly air and whose demeanor was nothing like that of a gambler, scratched his head in distress. He looked older than Vio, whose hair was already gray.
"Did that casino owner named Yueju cheat? Can you tell?"
The one who lagged behind asked, his tone calmer than his two companions. ☺🐯 ➅9ร𝐇𝕌𝕩.COM 💲🐉
The bespectacled customer shrugged and responded in a questioning tone: "If Mr. Blueberry had made any suspicious moves, do you think Dr. Vio, who was in that special gambling room, wouldn't have noticed?"
Seeing the three menacing guests fall silent, he seized the opportunity to add insult to injury, spreading his hands and saying, "At least I didn't see Mr. Yueju use any cheating methods. On the contrary, the dealer and Dr. Vio were clearly in cahoots. To still lose the bet after all that, that's truly..."
"It's none of your business to talk back!" The leader slammed his hand on the table again, his anger almost bursting from his eyes.
Just as this team member was about to pull a Poké Ball from behind his robe, the Team Plasma member behind him stopped him in time and stepped forward to apologize.
"My companion may be being a bit rude, but we are really curious to know why Lord Vio lost the bet."
The plasma group member bowed sincerely to the guest and spoke quite rationally.
"We can see that the hole card disguised as the 4 of spades was just bait to lure Lord Vio into placing a large bet. What truly caused your downfall was the failure of your card counting technique in the final hand. Why did the theory that had worked so well in previous games fail at the crucial moment? We believe that perhaps you, sir, could explain it to us."
"Oh? I didn't expect there to be a few reasonable people among the Plasma Group's subordinates."
The alternating red-face and white-face interrogation technique seemed to work very well on this bookish guest, who readily accepted the apology and began to explain.
"Dr. Vio's clock face algorithm is indeed amazing. It can build a probability model for the subsequent deck by summarizing the open cards in the previous rounds of the game. But what really makes it a powerful tool for casinos is the clock face algorithm's ability to self-regulate and clean up false information. This makes it impossible for opponents to accumulate prediction errors by repeatedly bluffing and folding."
The older guest's glasses gleamed as he picked up his notebook from the table again, pointed to a spot on it, and said—
"That's why Dr. Vio was able to create the probabilistic wonder known as the 'Lone Wave,' perfectly predicting the hand that would be revealed. You see, in the sixth, tenth, thirteenth, and fifteenth rounds, the doctor unhesitatingly placed heavy bets that did not conform to the optimal return-to-investment ratio. I have reason to believe that the doctor calculated the Lone Wave in these rounds. However, Mr. Lantana did not respond to the heavy bets in these rounds, cleverly avoiding the inevitable defeat."
"Yes, that matches your explanation in the lobby earlier." The Plasma Squad member listened respectfully.
"Then came the stalemate. In this final stretch of the game, the Doctor realized that Bilberry was using the betting formula to reverse-engineer the timing of his calculated hand. ღ(¯`◕‿◕´¯) ♫ ♪ ♫ 6❾𝓈ĤỮⓍ.c𝕠𝓜 ♫ ♪ ♫ (¯`◕‿◕´¯)ღ So he changed his strategy and began to deliberately place some seemingly irrational heavy bets to disrupt Bilberry's predictions. From this period onward, Vio's bets became increasingly daring, as he was looking for the final decisive moment, the opportunity to use a lone wave to deliver the final blow to his opponent."
"But why did the match end like this even though Lord Vio achieved so much? Shouldn't the clock calculation become more and more accurate as the game progresses?"
The loyal subordinate's voice trembled slightly as he considered a terrible possibility.
"Could it be that Lord Vio made a mistake in his calculations?"
"No, the doctor's calculations were flawless from beginning to end. And even if they were flawed, Vio still had ample time to re-verify his algorithm during the period when the betting was interrupted and the stakes were raised. In fact, until the very last round of the betting, the clock face algorithm consistently produced the hand types that Vio expected. That's why Vio mistook the Ace of Spades for a 4, because the 4 of Spades was one of the hand types he had repeatedly calculated. The moment he saw that ambiguous figure, he subconsciously followed the illusion in his mind."
"You mean, that blueberry pulled its hand out of Lord Vio's calculations? How is that possible?"
The plasma cluster's soldiers looked on incredulously.
"If Dr. Vio's clock face algorithm is perfect, Mr. Blueberry certainly wouldn't have drawn such an unexpected hand as 10A."
It was well past evening when the elderly and frail guest yawned lazily, shook his head, and continued, "However, Dr. Vio's clock face calculation is by no means perfect."
"What do you mean?"
"The clock face algorithm proposed by the PhD student was, after all, a concept put forward in a paper thirty years ago, and the basic theory used in it is also somewhat outdated. Even at that time, its limitations were already vaguely revealed."
The elderly customer, who had appeared at the casino for reasons unknown, spoke slowly and undisturbed, his face showing a look of reminiscence.
"At that time, in the field of statistics for measuring uncertainty, the frequentist school, which was obsessed with the law of large numbers, was dominant. Scholars at the time even came to the ridiculous conclusion that the incidence of lung cancer was not related to smoking, but to the distribution of poison-type Pokémon in the local area."
He held up one finger.
"When the amount of data approaches infinity, the frequentist approach can indeed provide accurate estimates; however, infinity is a concept that is too far away, and when the prediction lacks data, the conclusion may be seriously biased—this is the flaw in the doctor's theory."
A barrage of questions followed.
"Didn't the professor notice this when he was studying the patterns in card games?"
"Then why was this flaw never exposed in all the games the adults had played before?"
The older guest gently pressed his hands together, as if to soothe the students who were speaking too enthusiastically.
"I have carefully read Dr. Vio's doctoral dissertation on clock face calculation. Unfortunately, due to his overconfidence, he did not realize the existence of this flaw during his research. Although the doctor later continuously improved the algorithm to adapt the clock face algorithm to different application fields, these modifications did not really address the core of the theory that contained the flaw."
The guests picked up their pencils again and wrote down lines of formulas in their notebooks. After several rough calculations, a number with a percentage sign appeared before them.
"Due to the self-correcting nature of the clock algorithm, this vulnerability does not accumulate with the increase in the number of tests, but will appear with a probability of about 5% under certain special conditions. That's probably why Vio didn't notice his oversight."
"What kind of special conditions were there? What exactly was this oversight?"
A member of the Plasma Group asked in a dry voice.
"In the initial paper data, Vio repeated thousands of random clock calculation experiments to demonstrate the feasibility of the clock face theory. However, due to the experimental design, there was a huge oversight in the selection of these data. In order to repeat a large number of experiments, he chose to use computer simulations to test the accuracy of the algorithm."
"Is there anything wrong with this?"
"Do you remember how Dr. Vio achieved final victory in Blackjack?"
As if using a "surprise attack" tactic, the guest suddenly asked.
"In blackjack, Lord Vio not only made a fortune by counting the frequency of high-ranking cards, but also calculated the shuffling rules for automated tables... Wait, could it be that...!"
"As you discovered, Dr. Vio's clock face only works in computer simulations and on card tables where cards are cleaned according to a set pattern."
The mysterious, elderly gambler nodded and said—
"I have re-analyzed Dr. Vio's paper. I found that the clock face algorithm can only make perfect predictions under pseudo-random conditions, while in a real, completely chaotic environment, there will be a 5% error. The former can be discovered by paying enough prediction costs, while the latter is completely unpredictable. Even the most sophisticated algorithm can only get approximate predictions - this is why Blueberry was able to draw two cards that were not predicted by the doctor."
"So, the adults' decision to select someone from the cult to be the card dealer was a fatal mistake?"
"You can think of it this way. In shuffling, even a complete novice who has just started playing poker can shuffle a deck of cards with a complexity far exceeding that of a computer calculation. That's the terrifying thing about complete randomness."
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"But it's still not right," the shrill-voiced member of the Plasma Team interjected in protest.
"If that's the case, how do you explain the plasma cluster's unerring investment success rate in the financial field? The market and stock market are also completely random and chaotic environments, right? Yet we can still calculate incredibly accurate solitary waves within them using Lord Vio's improved algorithm!"
"Although I know nothing about finance and economics, I can probably guess some of the reasons."
Facing the members of the Plasma Group, the guest wore a mocking smile and looked at the questioner with amusement.
"A solitary wave originally refers to a natural phenomenon on the water's surface that continues to exist undisturbed. However, plasma clusters are incredibly large. When your organization makes financial investments, you must have many internal helpers assisting your endeavors. In that case, is it a naturally formed solitary wave, or a splash created by human actions?"
The finance staff from the plasma cluster were speechless.
Indeed, the Plasma Group has long-term goals, and for this reason, it is also an incredibly greedy organization. Ordinary profits are far from satisfying its appetite. Therefore, the group does not rely solely on financial means to achieve its wealth-accumulating objectives; in order to establish an ideal kingdom on Earth, their methods are sometimes even more unscrupulous.
For example, in the incident last month, the two sages, Vio and Rhodes, predicted that there might be a window of opportunity in the energy industry for small short selling, and carried out routine financial operations in advance.
However, almost at the same time as they made their predictions, Smura, one of the Seven Sages, coincidentally visited Lisswell City, a city in the United States known for its energy industry. A few days later, a loud explosion resounded throughout eastern United States.
The result was self-evident—Liyong City's largest power plant was reduced to ashes, while the Plasma Group, which had just made a short-selling investment, made a fortune.
Although Lord Smura must have his own purpose in doing things, the reason he made things so out of control may also be due to considerations of cooperating with the Order's economic activities.
Within the Order, such examples are countless, to the point that they have become an unspoken rule. Whenever Team Plasma invests a large sum of money in a particular area, its subordinates in the real world will also secretly take action in accordance with the flow of funds.
How could a 5% probability of deviation possibly emerge under such a powerful external force?
"It's such a pity. With Dr. Vio's talent, he could have discovered and corrected this flaw. It's just that he abandoned theoretical research too early and couldn't wait to modify the formula and use it in these dark corners that can't see the light of day. That's why this unexploded bomb in the paper has been hidden for thirty years."
It wasn't until today that it was truly detonated.
Vio paid an incredibly heavy price.
"Who...who exactly are you?"
The members of Team Plasma were completely stunned when they heard this, and stammered out their final question.
"I?"
The bespectacled gambler, who looked even older than Vio, paused for a moment, then said modestly.
"My name is Fischers, a retired mathematics professor, who came to this casino at Mr. Blueberry's invitation. By the way, I was the one who cast the crucial dissenting vote thirty years ago when reviewing Dr. Vio's paper on the clock algorithm."