I Can See The Success Rate Novels & Stories

Lana suggested. What? I sat back on the bed as air was knocked out of me. Was that even possible? Was that an avenue that would scare Rowan away from me? “How possible is it to win this case?” I asked. Lana chuckled confidently. “The win rate for my team is ninety percent. If you want the money, then I promise we can get it for you.” “Beautiful. I'll get back to you.” I ended the call with Lana, my thoughts whirling and swirling in different directions.

Ethan crossed his arms. “They don’t know about the Guardian.” “No.” “But they see the results.” The Guardian processed quietly. “External awareness probability increasing.” Jessica frowned. “How much?” The AI displayed a small statistic. DETECTION PROBABILITY: 7% Noah relaxed slightly. “…Seven percent isn’t much.” Ethan shook his head. “It’s the beginning.” Because the more the Guardian improved global coordination— The more visible the pattern became. The AI spoke again. “Influence visibility analysis complete.”

On the contrary, refining pills had a high failure rate. 50% success rate was the norm.

Dex whispered as his eyes took in the files flitting across the screen. "Yeah. Last night I was up checking the program's success since this was her maiden viyage." She said as her fingers flew across the board. "How did it fo?" Kane asked curiously, leaning forward. "Not bad. Actually, it bow has a ninety-six point eight percent success rate." She said, smiling proudly. " originally it was about eighty percent." "Wait!" Fex shouted. "Did you code this?" "Yeah. I took some coding classes and got into hacking in the process." She said not bothering to look at them.

asked Abel. Daisy lost her words; “Where did your eyes see we are lovers? Didn’t you take the medicine? Didn’t get sick suddenly.” Daisy smiled reluctantly and joked with Abel. “My eyes are very sharp, I have never seen anything wrong. I make sure, sooner or later, Dr.Ivory will contact you.”

My fists clenched. But they don't care. If not for the will that binds me into the business, they would've disposed of me long ago. My eyes glued the screen, focusing on the line rotating at the center of the screen, signalling it's loading. What is taking this so long? Why does it leave me agitated? I close my eyes again and took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. I exhale slowly and open my eyes. The screen lit up and the result slowly loaded on the screen. It's a 75% - 25% and 75% is in my favour.

For the first time since waking inside this novel, she had successfully changed the story. DING. A familiar blue screen materialized before her eyes. SYSTEM NOTIFICATION Major Story Event Cleared. Shareholder Evaluation: Completed Public Humiliation Route: Destroyed Victor Hale Exposure Route: Initiated Survival Probability Updated: Previous Survival Rate: 9% Current Survival Rate: 18% Bonus Rewards: Reputation Recovery Board Influence Increased Hidden Route Unlocked

Mya sat at the café table long after the initial swell of tears had subsided, her hand still pressed over the test results like the paper might vanish if she let go. The numbers were burned into her memory already—99.9998%—but she couldn’t seem to stop glancing back at them, as if reassurance were something she had to drink in again and again.

My system, which had been suspiciously quiet during this psychological waterboarding, chose that moment to flash a new, infuriatingly cheerful message. [CONTRACT BINDING CONFIRMED. NEW OBJECTIVE: INTEGRATE INTO PRODUCTION. SURVIVAL PROBABILITY NOW STABLE AT 65%.] Stable at sixty-five percent. Great. I'd traded a forty-two percent chance of immediate, public destruction for a sixty-five percent chance of prolonged, private psychological torture. What a bargain.

A failure rate as high as 80-percent, was it? There was a 20-percent chance of success, regardless. Anthony looked out the window and at the beautiful bamboo house. He seemed to have made a decision as he answered, “Have it prepared, then. I’ll go tomorrow.” Forget 20-percent; he would still undergo the operation even if the success rate was just one-percent! Nial nodded. “I’ll wait for you then, Bro!” Anthony hung up and leaned on the sofa with his eyes shut. His face was solemn.