Wisdom got blurred. At first he looked like a shadow, sitting quietly as if it were nothing out of the ordinary, but even that silhouette became faint, leaving only a sense of his existence.1

"Shall we talk about the expected sequence of events?" asked HumanTracker.0

Their shapeless, pitch-black smoke was wrapped in black bandages, forming a human silhouette. Wearing a black trench coat of the same color, they looked as if they had stepped out of an old black-and-white Gothic horror film. However, the red cross light shining from within the bandages breathed life into their existence.0

"First off, it’s not Nebula and Hegemonia. Why? If it were them, they would have obviously killed each other. You might think that's not necessarily true? But inference is ultimately about what is more plausible. The probability of both being mafias again? They are independent events? Forget about the previous games.0

Don't think too complicatedly. Those two have good win rates in all games and think the same about each other. Unless they are on the same side, they would choose a rational way to increase their win rates."0

As HumanTracker...0