The Whole Server Is Selling Materials, but I Know You Can Make a Magical Outfit.

Everyone in the server is selling materials, but I am the only one who knows how to make a magical outfit. After being reborn, others recite the recipe, and I calculate the probability. The heat difference is 0.3 Seconds, and the equipment drops by two levels - I can control it. The whole world thinks I am lucky, but I am the only one who knows: technological barriers are the real monopoly. But the world punishes those who miscalculate. Data is stolen and competing products appear. My exclusivity period is only half a year left. There was also a man named Wei Changtian who cashed out 120 million and planned to buy it with me. Everyone is waiting for my recipe to be open source. I only said one thing: wait until I have the final say. This is not a fool's errand, it's calculated to the extreme. If you make a mistake in calculation, admit it, and then calculate after you have made a mistake. I paid the tuition for this lesson—but not the second time. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.