I Became a Strategist with 100 Intelligence and 100% Accuracy

The time has come.

I turned to look at the two soldiers who have been humorously going along with my antics for the past few days.

These soldiers, who would beat the drums in sync with whatever strange sounds I made—despite being conscripted under Commander Iren’s orders, they could’ve easily gone mad from the absurdity of it all. Yet here they were, silently following every ridiculous command I gave.

“Everyone, you’ve truly worked hard until now. All our practices up to this day have been for this exact moment. Please bear with me till the end.”

“Yes! Understood!”

“We’ll follow through exactly as we practiced!”

Hearing their replies, I smiled, turned my head, and shouted as I gazed upon the enemies approaching.

“Alright! The enemy is coming! Everyone, prepare yourselves!”

“Understood!”

The two soldiers who had been practicing bizarre performances with me took their seats in front of the drums placed on either side of the altar.

“Just do as we practiced. Today is the most important day! Imagine you’re striking the gates of heaven—give it your all!”

“Understood!”

With that, the two soldiers lifted drumsticks instead of their usual weapons and began pounding away at the makeshift drums.

As the crude drums were beaten, even I felt a surge of excitement, as if we were some strange cult performing an eerie ritual.

Heh. This will work.

It has to work. If my prediction is correct, this is the answer.

“Haaa…aaaaa…aaaaaat!!!”

I closed my eyes and pretended to gather energy, fully aware that any third-party observer would think I was completely insane—but that’s the point.

‘To succeed, I must be thoroughly insane.’

I’m about to become the guy who summons lightning. To pull it off, I need to look utterly deranged to everyone watching—not just slightly crazy. Otherwise, people might think it’s just a natural disaster rather than something I summoned. Besides, this absurd performance will strike fear into the enemy.

Now, I can’t just be some random lunatic—I need to be the kind of lunatic who stands out among lunatics! Who else but a madman claims to summon lightning?

Thus…

“Heavenly one! Hear my voice! Respond!”

I bellowed louder than the drum beats toward the sky.

But…something felt off.

I could see the enemy advancing—it should be about time—but why aren’t raindrops falling?

* * *

The general Julian of the Serpina Army received orders to lead 33,000 troops and siege weapons to destroy the fortress.

Though his initial proposal to attack the fortress was rejected once, his lord summoned him again due to changing circumstances. Despite the suddenness of the order, Julian felt not frustration but satisfaction.

‘See? I was right all along.’

Julian, a middle-aged man with brown hair who had fought countless battles, smirked to himself. Though he lacked intelligence, his battle experience earned him respect within the Serpina ranks. However, what he truly desired was more—a position no one could replace in the Serpina Army.

‘Capture the fortress, use it as a base to retake Kelshtain Castle. I can do it.’

Just as he envisioned this grand plan, they arrived at the Brance Army’s fortress.

“General Julian!”

“What is it?”

A staff officer approached with a serious expression.

“…On the fortress walls, there appears to be a Brance soldier doing something peculiar…”

“What?”

Julian rode forward to confirm. What he saw defied belief: a young man with white hair stood arms-wide, shouting loudly despite having all limbs intact. From a distance, it seemed like he was pointing at them while waving his arms around.

To make matters weirder, the soldiers flanking him weren’t guarding anything—they were beating drums.

‘What in the world is this?’

Though perplexed by this bizarre sight, Julian quickly dismissed it as harmless nonsense. After all, objectively speaking, it was just one guy yelling weird things while others beat drums. In a hopeless fight, they were wasting time with useless antics?

If this was some sort of “ritual,” then it only confirmed how easy they’d be to defeat.

‘There’s nothing scarier than opponents relying on divine intervention in battle.’

Phrases like “the gods will protect us” or “the gods will give us strength” lost their meaning long ago in these chaotic times. The disappearance of preachers across the continent was proof enough.

Julian preferred making decisions based on objective data. According to recent intel, the fortress had roughly 10,000 available troops—a number far too small to face his 33,000 well-equipped men. And since this was a fortress assault, their numerical advantage ensured victory.

‘What a bunch of lunatics.’

Indeed, he thought lightly of it all. Capturing the fortress was merely a stepping stone; the real goal was reclaiming Kelshtain Castle. Success here would impress Serpina, leading to promotion and influence over the army’s expansion into central territories.

He was growing older. While he enjoyed commanding in battle, risking his life endlessly wasn’t sustainable. He wanted to step back and ensure his family’s prosperity.

“How shall we proceed?”

“No need to worry about them.”

Turning his head, Julian raised his voice.

“Everyone! We’ve worked hard to get here, but time is precious! Let’s seize the fortress as quickly as possible! Tell the siege weapon operators to prepare!”

“Understood!”

With Julian’s command, soldiers began charging toward the fortress. Victory seemed inevitable.

* * *

And to teach those who underestimated us a lesson…

I kept shouting dramatically, maintaining an impressive pose.

“Heavenly one!”

‘It’ll rain soon! It has to!’

I didn’t know when the lightning would strike, but in-game rules dictated that lightning only occurred during rain. Thus, rain must come first. Yet, despite ominous clouds overhead, not a single drop fell.

‘Calm down!’

This entire spectacle was watched by the enemy, our fortress soldiers, and even Iren beside me. Doubt here would ruin everything.

“Haaat!”

I tried rallying with another dramatic yell.

Still, silence from the heavens.

It was supposed to start raining by now to set up the perfect timing for a thunderbolt—but nothing happened.

‘No!’

I couldn’t be wrong. Earthquakes, calamities—all signs pointed to this being correct!

Divinity 100 prediction. 10,000 hours of gameplay experience. Everything indicated this was the answer.

‘It’s fine! Rain will come! An earthquake wouldn’t leave us trapped in a fortress! Only lightning makes sense!’

Whispering reassurances to myself, I continued posing dramatically. Meanwhile, the Serpina Army’s cheers grew louder, and their siege weapons prepared to fire. A stray catapult shot could kill me where I stood.

It’s okay.

Had the prediction said otherwise, I wouldn’t have been ordered to hold the fortress against visible enemies. My survival wouldn’t align with efficiency. Plus, retreat wouldn’t depend on enemy visibility.

Past experiences echoed this pattern. When negotiations with Lin seemed doomed, a messenger arrived. Just after forces reached Kelshtain Castle, rebellion broke out at Cherryen Castle. Everything followed my predictions.

So why am I so uneasy now?

Why do I doubt myself for the first time?

Because there’s no rain, no lightning?

Because nothing happens despite waiting?

“HAAAT!”

I screamed louder.

‘No!’

No.

I cannot doubt myself.

Trust.

I am right.

My words are absolute.

My Divinity is 100!

“Heavenly one!”

And finally…

“Huh?!”

“What is it?!”

Soldiers panicked around me.

“That…that is…”

Even Iren beside me gasped in shock. The sky remained foreboding, yet strangely, a shadow seemed to loom over the gathered Serpina forces.

‘Wh-what…?’

Looking up slowly…

Only then did I realize my flawless reasoning had failed me entirely.

There was no lightning.

What my Divinity 100 mind predicted was…

The descent of a massive meteorite onto the battlefield.

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