Everyone on the Server Is Selling Materials, but I Know They Can Make God-Tier Gear

Everyone on the server is selling materials. I'm the only one who knows how to craft divine gear. Reborn, while others memorize recipes, I calculate probabilities. Let the heat be off by 0.3 seconds, and the gear drops two grades. I can control that. The whole world thinks I'm lucky. Only I know the truth: the real monopoly lies in the manufacturing process. But this world punishes people for getting their calculations wrong. My data has been stolen, and a competitor has appeared. My exclusive window has only six months left. Then there's Wei Changtian, who's cashed out 120 million and plans to buy me out along with everything else. Everyone's waiting for me to open-source my recipes. I say just one thing: “Wait until I'm the one calling the shots.” This isn't mindless wish fulfillment. It's calculation taken to the extreme. If I get it wrong, I admit it. Once I've owned up, I calculate again. I paid dearly to learn that lesson, but I won't pay twice. This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.